Queen Of Tears Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Isadora's face paled, her eyes welling up with tears as the queen's words cut deep. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath catching in her throat. Her words were like a knife, twisting and turning, making the wound even more painful. Hey hey hey. Kim looked up at the queen. Don't go there. "Eight years of marriage and still no children," The queen continued, her voice like a relentless drumbeat. "And you don't think you've already failed as a wife and a woman?" The room fell silent, the air thick with tension as Isadora's eyes overflowed with tears.

Thane's smirk widened to a smile. "From today, Riley Kaidon seizes to be my Luna and Queen." Ryker had left my heart bruised, but Thane had mended it up only to rip it apart, over and over and again. I felt like the wind had been zapped right out of me as the tears streamed down my eyes. Thane wasn't moved by my tears; he never was, and he never would be.

Gabriel followed the tear with his eyes watching it disappear in her hair. Holding his one hand up he softly wiped the side of her cheek that has a trace of the lone tear. Leaning closer he kissed her teary eyes making her again shut them for a second. "I wouldn't hurt you anymore." He whispered pulling his face away to look at her. "Unless you force me to." She slowly opened her eyes watching his face only an inch away from hers. His nose was attached to hers and their lips were slightly brushing together. "Just be mine and you will have everything under your feet. You will be my queen. You're my queen. Just let your heart accept me." Saying that he stared into her eyes in silence for a min

The water were turned off, drying my skin to brush my teeth of all the blood that had collected there. My feet moved, pale and kissing the cold floor. My eyes scanned around the room finding not even a soul there, the door closed. I stepped in the closet, taking one of the king’s t-shirts I had collected over the days, just two of them. It barely smelt of him at that point when all I needed was him. I did not have the energy for anything else. My feet shuffled forward, closing the thick curtains to step to the bed which the king lay peacefully in, covered by the blankets. I pulled them open, slipping in and shifting until I was next to the king. My arm came over his back, shifting until my s

Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears, fury, and—Moon help me—defiance. “Are you alright?” I ask, my hands everywhere, checking her, grounding myself, needing to feel her breathe. She blinks up at me, then huffs. “I told him not to touch me. Men never listen.” I almost laugh. Almost. A soft, broken whisper cuts through the chaos. Quiet. Devastated. “Ravelle…” Every muscle in my body locks. The Queen is standing. Her eyes—those same eyes—are filled with tears. Every head turns to her.

Seeing him, in front of her eyes was turning her inner soul tremendously thrilled, and in another second all the painful memories came walking to her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks continuously, stating all the complaints she had against him in her mind. Imogen felt a tug in his heart seeing tears in her eyes. He hates to see her in tears, he pulled her close to him, tugged her into his hard chest, enclosing his arms around her, putting her into a tight hug. His hand grasped her jaw gently and he swiped at the tears that were able to escape her eyes, before kissing her teary cheeks. He could perceive she was holding her breath and he loved seeing how his mere touch affects her. His eyes

I clenched my hands, tears welling up in my eyes. Damn! When will the tears stop? There is no end in sight. It’s as if I just want to be a robot and not feel anything. Dominic approached me and knelt in front of me, saying, “Sophia blackmailed me, believe me, and I didn’t like all of this.” I laughed as I looked up at the ceiling at his bullshit excuse.

she whimpered as she exploded, digging her nails into his arm. He grunted, his body stiffening over hers, his fingers flexing against her neck, but not tightening enough to actually cause damage, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing all along. He cared too much about his precious queen to ever cause harm. Tears flooded her eyes as that thought filtered through her head while she floated down and the hot gush of semen bathed her cervix. She blinked the tears back so he wouldn't see them and think he'd hurt her. He must never think that.

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”

Tsarayu kept on walking towards the Queen, who looked at him with a frightful expression as tears continued to stream down from her eyes. "I... Please forgive me! I have made some stupid decisions, You can keep the orbs! I… I mean you didn't steal anything, it was all a misunderstanding. I accidentally kept the orbs somewhere else and blamed the great master! I hope you can forgive the foolishness of this little one," The Queen said slowly as she begged for forgiveness with tears in her eyes.