Queen Of Tears Summary Novels & Stories

So she had watched us grow up into the force we are now. "You know I wish you would give that poor boy a break. You guys use to be so close before.." Her words broke off and I saw some tears in her eyes. She took my hand in hers. "Just try and give him a break will ya. You both have been through alot and I know he cares for you." How could I not give in a little to this sweet woman.

Queenie’s POV I stand frozen, tears streaming down my face, trying to piece together how everything unraveled so quickly. My body feels heavy, like I’m stuck in a nightmare I can’t wake up from. King has been so obsessive, so possessive since I got pregnant. I knew he’d do anything to protect me, but I never thought it would come to this.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

I looked up at him, breathing heavily. “It was her.” The words escaped before I could stop them. Everyone stared at me. The First Queen’s eyes widened. The Last Witness became still. I pointed toward the claw. Toward the eye. Toward the being sleeping beyond reality. “She asked for it.” Silence exploded across the balance. The Queen closed her eyes. Pain flashed across her face because she knew. Because it was true. The Nameless King slowly lowered his head. “Now you see.” The balance trembled harder. The First Queen finally opened her eyes. Tears shimmered within them. For the first time in countless ages, she looked less like a ruler and more like someone carrying an unbearable burden.

She raises her hand to wipe the tears that have gathered in her eyes. Two pairs of eyes watch her, curious about the sorrow on her face. The young man doesn’t care if she was damaged; all he wants is to add the blonde to his collection of wives. Her unique look is sure to rouse envy among his people, and it would be a thing of honor to own a woman with such unique beauty. The Queen,, on her part,, doesn’t believe the words of the girl’s master. The look in her eyes spells innocence, and her demeanor doesn’t show that she has been touched.

For him, it is enough to show his love in action rather than saying it. The celebration continued that night. People made the most of the night with fun. No fear and only pure love gave light that night. No more hiding in the shadow. No running from the darkness. Just light in between darkness. NYMPH TRIBE ISLAND INSIDE the cave, where a beautiful creature sat on a rock in the center, Queen Kora, as she suddenly felt intense pain and anger from her heart and felt when the royal soldiers cut off at once the heads of her nymphs’ disciples.

The lady exclaimed in pain, "How could you do this to her?!" "Because Long Sheng Jie has its rules." He drew in his brows to stop his emotions from taking over. "This is the price for falling in love with a fallen angel, the price for betraying the entire of your species." He flapped his robe and pointed to the dead man in her embrace. "You've shed too many tears... for a creature like him." Letting out a smirk of pain, she blinked away the tears welling up in her swollen eyes. "So, in the end... it's my tears' curse?"

Queen Bithea's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, as she whispered to King Raphael, "We have a new hope." As I gazed into David's eyes, Niklaus's hand caressed my hair, and Kie and Abatrose, hoovered above me smiling with gentle kisses. Lacy, kissing my cheek. I felt a sense of completeness. Dr. Brooks smiled, "I'll give you all some time alone." She quietly exited the room, leaving us to bask in the warmth of this precious moment. Queen Bithea's tears still streamed down her face as she turned away from the window, her heart heavy with longing. In that moment, I understood her true nature - not arrogant, but barren, and longing. My heart went out to her, filled with compassi

I didn't tell the Queen about Theodore’s drug problem as there were maids around us, but I knew the Queen knew about it. The Luna Queen gasped and trembled, spilling her tea onto her skirt. The maid took the cup hurriedly from the queen, afraid to make more of a mess. When her trembling hands were free, the Queen covered her mouth with them, her eyes widened with disbelief, and tears started pooling in her eyes before they dropped onto her cheek. “Theodore… My Theodore… My son…” she choked and lowered her head, burying her face in her palms. “My son is dead…” she sobbed. Her whole body shook from her grief, and her cry sounded heart-wrenching that even the maids dabbed their eyes with their

My body melted into the cushions, every knot and ache loosening under their touch. ‎The Queen, beside me, seemed equally relaxed. After a while, the maids left us, and another came in to fill the room with steam. It surrounded us like a gentle fog, making the space feel private and almost intimate. ‎ ‎We sat in silence for a while until I noticed the Queen’s face, her lashes wet, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. The tears evaporating almost immediately they left her eyes, the steam giving the perfect cover. ‎ ‎“My Queen,” I said softly, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”