Rebel Tears Novels & Stories

Briana replied "Alright, have heard you sis" "And have you eating mum" Briana asked "Yes my dear" her mum replied "And you stacy" she face her sister and asked "Yes sis" Stacy replied "Alright I will be on my way home now, so guys should take care of yourself" Briana said Alright, take care too, her mom replied. Briana goes back home, and she couldn't even have enough sleep. All the incident keeps flowing through her mind, she keeps wondering why Beatrice would have rejected the proposal, and she also feels sorry for Jack. He may be a jerk but he's a good man sometimes.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

Sasha went on her knees in front of my car, just like how she did years ago. I was terrified of running over her and immediately hit the brakes. Andy was engrossed in his game console, and the abrupt braking caused him to bump his forehead, leaving it red. I hurriedly pulled him over. "I'm sorry! Let me blow the pain away for you." Sasha was bawling on the ground in front of my car. "I'm begging you not to destroy my family, Ms. Cooper. I've already lost a child. I don't want to lose Miles too!"

XX/XX/2012 Jay visited me again. He said I'll get better and get out of here soon. He's right. I need to leave this place and get revenge for Mom. XX/XX/2013 Dad came to take me home, so I guess this is goodbye to Jay. But it's fine. I'll find him once I get revenge for Mom. XX/XX/2023 I saw Jay again today for the first time in ten years. Some punk tried to hit on me, and Jay knocked him out with one punch. He looked amazing.

"You must be kidding me." "Miracle..." "Nobody has ever told me I have a mom," she hissed, "or a dad." "Because we all know what will happen to the children of rebels if peace no longer exists." Hayden frowned. "No... It's impossible..." Miracle trotted over to him, brushing away the tears misting over her eyes. "I'm sorry, Hayden. I know I've been screwing up this mission. I'm sorry. But please don't play this kind of joke—"

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

The eyes of the others turned toward her, a mix of surprise and if bemused ease etched across Sebastian's and prisca's face. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," Rose uttered softly, her voice laced with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, threatening to spill over the edges. She cast one last glance at Sebastian, searching for any sign of empathy or understanding, but his inscrutable smile remained unchanged.

“I’m so sorry.” I keep moving. I stay low to the ground because the air is better there. I feel like a ghost. I’ve lived twenty-two years as a ghost in this pack, so I’m good at it. At the east water trough, the air is a little cooler, but the water is black with ash. “Maren? Is that you?” I turn around. It’s Reva. She’s leaning against the stone trough, holding her arm. There’s a deep cut there, and she’s got two little kids tucked behind her legs. They’re crying.