Real Crying Eyes Novels & Stories

Zara grew up in a remote village, believing she was just a poor girl with a hardworking mother and a dream to become a lawyer. She never knew that her father was the founder of Falcon Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar empire, or that he died under mysterious circumstances when she was only two. For sixteen years, her mother has lived in a shadow of terror, hiding in poverty because of a deadly threat from Zara’s "kind" Uncle Rahim: “If you ever tell her the truth, she won’t live to see her eighteenth birthday.” Now, Zara has finally made it to the city for higher education, supported by the very man who stole her legacy. But when Uncle Rahim cruelly cuts off her tuition, Zara is forced to take a job as a waitress at the city’s most elite restaurant to survive. Aryan Knight is the youngest, most ruthless CEO in the country—cold, powerful, and bored of the greedy women in his world. When he sees Zara being humiliated by an arrogant socialite at his dinner table, something in his frozen heart stirs. He doesn't just see a waitress; he sees a girl with the eyes of a lioness. A fated encounter leads Zara to save Aryan’s beloved grandmother, pulling her into the inner circle of the Knight family. As Aryan falls for the innocent girl from the village, he begins to uncover the dark secrets of her past. Can Aryan protect the girl he loves from her own blood? Or will the truth about the stolen empire lead to a deadly confrontation?

What would you do if you stumbled upon a bride crying her eyes out minutes before the wedding, begging you to help her escape? You help her, of course. What would you do if you stumbled upon a drunken guy being mugged in the dark alley later that night? You help him too, of course. What would you do when you discover he was the same guy left hanging at the altar earlier that day? You regret everything, of course. What would you do when you start seeing that same guy everywhere you go? You fall in love, of course.

This book is authored by Dripping Creativity. “Stay away, stay away from me, stay away,” she shouted, over and over. She kept shouting even though it seemed she had run out of things to throw. Zane was more than a little interested in knowing exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t focus with the woman making a ruckus. “Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman. “And your name is?” he asked. “Ava,” she told him in a thin voice. “Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought. “You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control. Trigger warnings: Talk about SA Body image issues Light BDSM Descriptive descriptions of assaults Self harm Harsh language

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just barely recognizing yourself in the reflection? Well that is me, I have loved and lost. Survived and thrived, screamed and cried into my pillow tears nobody else got to see. But I never gave up hope, never lied down and never let them see me cry. Until him, he could see past the facade and see the real me. He wanted to love me, concole me and protect me. But I have lost hope in humanity, men, true love because life just arent a fairytale right? Its hard work and nothing comes easy even if you would like to believe it does it just doesnt. He is my mothers new husbands son and 10 years older than me. His blue eyes keep staring at me, it should warm me to the core right. Make me feel something anything. But it doesn't he makes women run after him and beg on their knees. But me, I have been down this road before. The charming smile, arrogant cocky attitude. It always ends the same, me covered in bruises crying on the bathroom floor. Thinking its all my fault, all me. But he just wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give up. And the more I turn him down the more it turns him on. I am only that strong before I give in,and even though I know how this is about to end. If he keeps staring at me with desire in his eyes as if I am the reason he is breathing. I know I am about to take the leap this can go down to damn ways. But the question is do I or dont I. Because fear can be your anchor or it can be your wings

The white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small,shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her,as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes,it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it,she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll not sleep,I'll not rest until you all are dead!!”

I used to be so madly in love with him, my life revolved around him. Damian was the only name I knew until she came back. The woman from his past, my step sister and she didn’t come alone. She brought along a child with her and my husband accepted them with open arms leaving me to myself. I was also pregnant, I was also crying his child but that was for me to know. Damian looked me in the eyes and told me he didn’t want me. What he didn’t know was that, the rouge Alpha of the silverclaw pack and his Beta has found a liking to me….everything was about to change.

"Who are you?" My fated mate held a silver blade to my throat, looking at me with the eyes of a stranger. Four years ago, a witch erased me from Alpha Nash’s mind and rewrote his reality. To him, I am dead, and another woman wears the Luna crown. I returned to the pack not to reclaim my title, but to save my son. Nash sees me as a filthy rogue. He tortures me. He scorns me. He has no idea that the secret I’m hiding in the shadows is his own flesh and blood—a son with magic powerful enough to bring the world to its knees. The curse breaks with a single touch. But with a dark witch hunting my child for a deadly ritual, and Nash’s memories buried under a mountain of hate, time is running out. If he doesn't remember me soon, he will be the one to kill us both.

​"Pirmahan mo ang divorce papers at umalis ka na. Sofia is back, and I no longer have a use for a substitute like you." ​Sa loob ng isang taon, naging masunurin at mapagmahal na asawa si Aria kay Xander Black—ang mailap at ruthless na billionaire. Ngunit sa gabi ng kanilang anniversary, hindi regalo kundi papeles ng paghihiwalay ang ibinigay nito sa kanya. Itatapon lang pala siya na parang basura dahil nagbalik na ang babaeng tunay na mahal ni Xander. ​May lihim si Aria. Hawak niya ang isang positive pregnancy test, ngunit nang makita ang lamig sa mga mata ni Xander, pinili niyang manahimik. Hindi deserve ng lalaking ito ang kanyang anak. Nang walang salita, pinirmahan ni Aria ang papeles at naglaho nang parang bula. ​Pagkalipas ng Limang Taon. ​Bumalik si Aria sa bansa, hindi na bilang isang api, kundi bilang isang matagumpay at sikat na fashion designer. Ngunit ang mas ikinagulat ni Xander sa kanilang muling pagkikita ay ang batang lalaking kasama ni Aria—isang "mini-version" ni Xander na may parehong matatalim na kulay-abong mga mata. ​Nag-apoy ang galit at pag-aari sa dibdib ni Xander. "Kaninong anak ito, Aria?" mariing tanong niya habang isinasandal ang babae sa pader. ​Ngumiti lang si Aria nang may pait. "Anak ko siya, Mr. Black. At ikaw? Isa ka lang estranghero sa amin." ​Gagawin ni Xander ang lahat para bawiin ang kanyang tagapagmana, ngunit sapat ba ang yaman at kapangyarihan niya para muling makuha ang pusong dati niyang winasak? Isang bilyonaryo ang luluhod—mapatawad lang ng babaeng kaisa-isang minahal niya.

I don't help people, Lara. I own them." Five years ago, Lara’s life was incinerated. Her "deadbeat" father betrayed her, her mother was drugged and vanished into a psychiatric ward, and the mother’s vast bloodline inheritance was stolen by a predatory stepmother. Now, on her twenty-fifth birthday—the day her mother promised her "the beginning" Lara finds her fiancé in the arms of her stepsister. The betrayal is the final straw. The girl who believed in love is dead. In her place stands a woman with a heart of ice and a single goal: Total Annihilation. To get her revenge, Lara approaches the one man the world fears Xavier Vane. He is a cold-blooded billionaire who treats people like pawns. Lara offers herself as his ultimate tool, whispering the words that will seal her fate: "Yes, Use Me." Xavier knows she’s using him to destroy her family. Lara knows he’s using her to satisfy a dark family legacy. But as the lines between predator and prey begin to blur, a deeper secret emerges. The diamond heirloom Lara seeks isn't just jewelry it’s the key to an empire that dwarfs even the Vane fortune. In a game of masks, hidden mothers, and lethal obsession, who is truly using whom? "Break me if you must, Xavier. Just make sure that when you’re done, there’s nothing left of them but ash.

I kept our marriage a secret for three years, enduring every sneer as her VP while helping her build her empire. Tanya Cox rose from a scorned, illegitimate daughter to a revered CEO. She once nestled in my embrace and promised to be open about our relationship when the company went public. I waited year after year. Even when our child was born, she still hadn’t made good on her word. One day, I pressed for a timeline. However, Tanya simply put the baby in my arms. “Callum, things are complicated at the moment. The disclosure will only hurt the stock price. I gave you a child. Isn’t that enough?” Alas, when her childhood friend, Gavin Nolan, returned from abroad on New Year’s Day, he took the seat of honor during our newborn’s sip and see event. Gavin, cradling my baby girl, accepted well-wishes from friends and family with a smile. “Don’t take things the wrong way. The right etiquette probably slipped his mind since he’s been away for so long. He’s only sitting there to keep the baby entertained. That’s all. Don’t read too much into it. “We’ve always been close since childhood. He’s going to be the godfather of our child. Don’t tell me you’re jealous of him.” Beaming, I raised my glass as a toast to Gavin. Tanya was wrong. I wasn’t at all jealous. Heck, I was done with her.