Queen Of Tears Summary Novels & Stories

"It's my job and who I am. And now I'm going back to being a nobody. I just don't know how to handle it." "You will still be the Queen," I say, trying to reassure her that everything will be okay. "No one will ever take your place, and this is only temporary." "No, I'll be dead," She says as tears fall from her eyes. "Well, we fucked up," Ryker says, and seeing her like this, I understand how she sees this whole situation. "We need to fix this quickly."

She took him deep, her throat constricting around his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in deeper. The velvet of her tongue slid along his shaft, teasing the veins that pulsed with every beat of his heart. Orion's eyes rolled back, his body tightening with the effort not to lose control. He opened his eyes, wanting to watch as she worked him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly how to push him to the brink and pull him back, a divine dance of pleasure that only a goddess could perform.

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,

Rayyan asked her to stay at home as he will take care the rest until Ahad regain his consciousness. Everyone was really upset but Haya felt betrayed, she couldn't hold up her anger nor control her tears. she hugs her tearstained pillow close when she is alone and cries out silently, she knows that her day and night would start and end with tears. everyone around her think she's doing well but she really isn’t, time hasn't healed her pain at all or quieted her fears so every night, alone in bed she sheds those silent tears.

She just felt something warm and wet falling at the back of her hand, and heard the sound of sniffing. “Face me, my queen!” Jingfei frowned at the sudden skip of her heart. No! This can’t be happening. She don’t love him anymore. She had already moved on. Or was it all just a lie.. a to herself? A lie that she had already moved on and had forgotten him? That he was merely a fragment of her past that should be erased from her heart but not from her mind.

A girl dressed in a maid's outfit, the one who Zayn had met the previous night, Tasyra, cut the rope that held the chandelier. The Queen's eyes widened in shock. She saw that there was nothing left of the rope and it would easily cut off instantly. Her heart leaped out of her ribcage seeing Elvira's life flash in her eyes. Without warning, the Queen ran down the stairs, stumbling as her voice seized at the moment. She suddenly couldn't find her voice for some reason. She stumbled in her gown and people watched her with weird looks in their eyes. Zayn saw how his mother was watching Elvira and rushing towards her as if to kill her or something, but before he could reach, the Queen had already

Every memory of closeness clashed violently with the cruel reality, leaving her shaken, and desperate for answers she could not yet face. She screamed until her lungs burned, more tears rolling down her cheeks. Her violent, heart-wrenching cries began to twist into something else—an anguished, almost pleading call. Each scream carried the weight of fear, grief, and despair, the sound of someone reaching out for help that she couldn't even admit she needed. The moment the first desperate notes reached the corridors, the guards burst in, their boots pounding on the stone floor. With faces wide with alarm, they froze at the sight before them: the queen, shaking uncontrollably, tears and disheve

“How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…” But I wouldn’t answer him anymore. Once upon a time, I would have wiped away his tears. But now, I could no longer touch them. And I didn’t want to, either. His tears had come far too late. Several elders flew over in no time. By then, Parents were crying so hard that they couldn't breathe properly—Mother had even fainted. The head priestess saw the scene and her face twisted with shock and blazing fury. Only Aithne stood to the side, fists clenched, her expression truly terrifying.

“And I’ll be forever in her debt for that.” “Bullshit!” she screamed, the word echoing off the marble walls. Her breath came heavy, her face red with fury. “It was me! You’re back because of me!” I shook my head. “I wish that were true, Felda. But maybe it makes things simpler.” Her eyes glistened suddenly, a single tear slipping down her cheek. I froze. I’d never seen her cry before. Not Felda, the queen who could cut down a man with just one look.

She just wants to go home, and they are taking longer to get here. Silent tears trail down her cheeks again, and she holds her baby close to her chest. But suddenly, a searing pain tears through her chest, as if a dagger is plunged into her heart. She gasps, and her arms involuntarily release her baby, who tumbles down onto the bed. The queen, who's entering the room, gasps in shock, rushing to Stefania's side.