Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

Tears were still rolling down my cheeks and my vision blurrred, I thought about texting Aubrey but I was certain she wouldn’t be with her phone and would be wrapped up in bed with her boyfriend. I couldn’t bear this pain anymore, I clenched my shirt trying to soothe myself, now that we were broken up, my life would certainly be some worse than before, the bullying was set to double, I can’t face that again, I would rather leave then let that happen. Walking my way to the roof, treats looting down my cheeks, there was no point sticking around, neglected by my very own mother for causing the death of her mate, hated by the whole pack and a laughing stock at my school and now the one reason I w

“It started to bleed again and I got worried, I didn’t speak with Aiden he would still be asleep but I will tell him in the morning I promise” I frowned at him then looked back to Kiara, “So what’s the diagnosis doc?” I let a small chuckle escape my lips before snapping them shut again. She had a look of concern across her face. “Ok, what’s wrong?” “I think they put in stiches of some sort when you were in hospital previously, but it appears as though you have torn them open again somehow. We will need to take you back down to our hospital and redo it. That is not something you want me to do without some sort of atheistic”

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

I need to buy more locks. I slid down the walls and wrapped my arms around my knees and let the tears flow. Fabian is out. He's out. I don't know how long I cried but I slept off in that position. When I woke up the next morning, my head felt like it was splitting into two. My body was stiff from curling up for a long time. The room spinned as I stood. I entered the bathroom to prepare for school. When the water touched my hands, I winced, I had forgotten that I had cuts from picking up the broken glasses last night. The wound stung with every movement.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

The crack in the floor was widening still, the anchor point feeding it, and the basement was filling with black smoke that burned the back of my throat and made my eyes stream. I looked for a path to the anchor. There wasn't one. The tear sat between us and it like a moat, and the demons were packed three deep around its edges. "The Orb won't reach!" I shouted at Aveline. "The tear is too wide, I can't get to the anchor!" She cut down a demon, spun, assessed the room in one fast sweep. "If someone could get to the other side of the tear," "The tear is four meters across and dropping into nothing!" Reed said.

“That is not a small thing, Sophia.” “It feels like nothing. It feels like ash.” I looked down at my hands. They were trembling. I clenched them into fists, my short nails digging half-moons into my palms. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the other kind. “And I can still feel it, Kael. The Tear’s power. It’s not a tool I put away. It’s… a current. Always flowing just beneath my skin. I could call it up right now.” I turned my head to look at him, my eyes aching with exhaustion. “I could become that… vessel again. That conduit for a goddess’s grief.”