Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

As far as I knew he was the only person I had ever dated that couldn't be with their soulmate and was perfectly fine with being with me instead, we are both a second option to the other and we have come to terms with that. Tears began to stream from the corners of both my parents eyes as my mom answered, "But he doesn’t Adrian, the tears on your face say that loudly enough. Just come with us, okay?" She waited for me to answer as she held her arms open wide for me to come into her embrace. After a moment's hesitation I thought through the alternative and choked on the air I was breathing, nodding my head slowly I looked up at my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend's, face.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“I severed ties.” His eyes softened at my scar, but hardened with worry. “Lycan Xander is gone.” "And I tore him out.” He shook his head. "Madness won't rebuild you." I nearly laughed. "Better I rip him from my heart than my life." He exhaled. "Then we begin healing." The twins stirred, drawn near. Pearl clutched my skirt. “Mama?” I knelt. Held them close. The bond—their bond—was stronger than any ritual.

She vents her frustrations, voice getting louder and angrier. "Chill out Lea. I know times are tough for you, but it hasn't been easy for me or my son. You don't know how toilsome and depressing it was for me losing the only man I'd truly loved. It's even worse for my son, who has been crying everyday missing his dad. Now he's going to be fatherless and I'm a widow. So you're not the only one that is grieving here." She explains. "I can't take this anymore." She said.

Tears streamed down her chin, pattering on the ground like heavy rain. "Don't call me Father." The flower swayed gently, descending onto his hand as he picked up the child. "You're no longer my daughter." For the very first time, Miracle saw a drop of tear slip from his cold eye and fall on the spot where he planted the mark. "Sorry, little one. Forgive me for this curse of forbidden love," he murmured, his voice heavy with regret as he tightened his grip on the magnolia. Realizing what he was going to do, the remaining immortals immediately protested.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the room. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and looked down at the shattered remains of my phone. No contact with Abby and Mira. No way to check on her. I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat refused to go away. The Fane family had taken everything from me. My pride, my dignity. And now, they wanted to take my family too. I thought I could handle anything but not this, certainly not this. If escaping was the only way out of this hell I put myself in, then I might as well face any consequences that comes after.

Max's mental health suffered greatly, and he realized that he needed professional help to heal. Max made the difficult decision to take a year-long leave of absence from the academy to focus on therapy and recovery. During this time, he sought out the expertise of grief counselors, psychologists, and trauma specialists who could help him navigate the complex emotions and trauma resulting from the accident. Max's therapy sessions were filled with tearful reflections, intense introspection, and painful reliving of the tragic events. As Max gradually started to open up about his feelings of guilt and remorse, he learned coping mechanisms to manage his overwhelming emotions. Therapeutic techniqu

“Just cry. You know I’ll never leave you. I’m right here.” I hugged her and sobbed quietly. “I-I’m getting tired…” Claire rubbed my back, and I wiped my tears away before smiling at her. “It’s not over yet, Claire, because I found Sophia is an illegitimate child,” I said. I nodded as her eyes widened. “F-ck?!?”

Her eyes were brimming over with tears as she shook her head distractedly, trying to clear her dazed and shocked mind. Taking her chin in one hand, Devlin raised her head to meet his eyes, but his expression changed when he saw tears rolling down her cheeks. Struck with shame, Sarah squirmed away from him and rushed onto the terrace. In the cold night, she laid for a very long time, staring blankly into the space, her body tortured and racked with pain as the humiliating tears came down uncontrollably, wetting and leaving stream marks on her cheeks. She had no idea why she was crying. The only thing she knew was she was mourning over her heart which was no longer hers. Her heart was claimed

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.