Queen Of Tears Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If you come with me, he’ll lose. You know why?” She tilted her head, wiping a tear; “A King is nothing without his Queen.” She jumped for me and a scream tumbled off my lips because I was not ready this time. ***

He shut his eyes, bracing himself for a slap, refusing to flinch away. Instead, he felt a gentle, warm hand wipe away his tears. When Theo opened his eyes, he met the queen's gaze and, for a fleeting moment, he envisioned his mother standing in her place. Before he could think twice, he wrapped his arms around the queen and clutched her closely, as if his very existence hinged on it. The onlookers gasped at the surprising scene unfolding before them. What in the world! Was that really their Demon Alpha? Why was he displaying such affection now? Unbelievable! He even had tears welling in his eyes. Everyone felt as if their minds were about to burst.

But still, I see you as my own, looking at your facila features, I can not describe how much torture and suffering you have went through but I am going to make sure that you get all the love which you missed and all the care that you deserve. She layed her head on his bare chest silently as tears rushed from her eyes, " she misses you , I don't know you but I feel that we have a strong bond together, she whispered " Her tears leaked down from her eyes to Lucas's chest, " A little groan erupted from his mouth , queen angela didn't acknowledge that as she let out her pool of tears falling on his chest again . " Not sooner, queen angela was thrown on the other side of the room, his

Is she about to cry? She couldn't hold her tears back. They started falling. This is a disaster, she thought. "Come on," he said and opened the car door, then waited for her to get inside. He closed the door and pulled her to his lap. "These tears don't suit you. You are supposed to be the ice queen, the badass daughter of a mafia boss, remember?" he chuckled. "Is this your attempt at cheering me up?" she sniffled. He wiped her tears off and trailed his thumb across her cheek and lips.

The Queen hold his hand tightly and tears started dripping from her eyes. "We've been married for years already and yet you don't even make time for me. Do you really love me? We didn't even make a child, Your Majesty," the Queen said but King Alpha Daelous removes his hand violently from the Queen and glared at her which made her step backward in fear.

“Get out of my way!” “No!” Toby says defiantly. She narrows her eyes. “You will move away from that little wretch, right now! I am your future queen!” She screeches. Future Queen? My whole world stops. I hear myself gasp and she looks at me and smirks. My hands start shaking, my legs grow weaker, and I feel myself collapsing. Toby spins around and catches me. He has such a sorrowful look on his face. He reaches his hand to wipe the tears that escape my eyes. I don’t know why that news hurts so much.

She sobbed. "Heyy.. don't be sorry... it's your right… you can say no to me whenever you don't want me to touch you... It's your right and I'm no one to get angry on this matter and if I behaved like a jerk with you then kicked my ass" I said while wiping her tears. she chuckled at my words. "I can never be mad at you... you're my queen. Please don't cry... I can't see tears in your eyes... It hurt me. I felt useless and ashamed of myself that I made you cry"

And there—upon the throne— sat the Seelie Queen. Lyressa. Kaelani approached slowly this time. Curiosity had long since overtaken fear. She studied the queen’s face again—the troubled expression, the regal posture locked in eternal stillness. Lyressa looked like a statue carved from moonlight. Kaelani leaned closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied the queen’s face more carefully. And then she saw it. A tear. A single crystalline tear that had slipped from the corner of Lyressa’s eye, frozen halfway down her cheek.

Surely I didn’t do anything that crossed the line because I didn’t do much at all. My throat is tight. My eyes are hot and I feel like I’m going to cry anytime. “It seems like you miss him,” Queen Helena teases, nudging my shoulder. But then she sees the tears brimming my eyes and she gasps. “Oh, honey! Come, let’s go to the balcony.” She leads me to the balcony in the kitchen so we can get fresh air. The tears don’t flow, but I still have enough to wipe from my eyes as she watches me with a sympathetic expression.

Not because he doesn’t love me. Because there is nothing left for it to hold. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, finally managing to sound. It’s thin. Cracked. But it’s mine. Cain shakes his head violently. “No. No, don’t—you don’t get to say that.” I smile anyway. My vision is going. The edges are dissolving into silver-black light, stars bleeding through the ceiling that no longer exists. The Queen is crying somewhere behind him. Good. She never cried enough.