Rebel Tears Novels & Stories

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Mom was doing everything to give Caleb and me a good life, and here I am— a sickly child, draining her financially because of some nameless illness doctors couldn't cure, only manage. “Do I have to change schools again?” I asked quietly, still absentmindedly twirling my pasta as memories from three days ago stormed in. The school play I was tricked into— my crush who blatantly rejected me in front of everyone, and Killian Lancaster— the school bad boy— kissing me in front of the whole auditorium. And the words he said to me on that stage hung in my mind like a fog that didn't want to clear. “Never let guys like him be the reason for your tears— he doesn't deserve them.”

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

He scratches me on my arms, and my chest, tearing my shirt. It hurts, but I don't cry, as I'm someone who is not fond of crying. And even though Snowbell is incapable of voicing out his thoughts, I can sense what causes his anger to rocket up so high, to the point of wanting to kill me. I hurt his master. I hurt Samantha, and Snowbell has no plan to forgive me this time. He screams his rage into my face through his ferocious growls. I can feel in his every attack the desire to kill me. There's no restrain, there's no mercy. He wrestles on me, aiming for my life.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

The tattoo was simple as it just was tribal art on her left wrist. As her feet moved towards the stage she felt her heart begin to race. But her eyes landed on Jareds and she felt that she could see their future in them. It felt like it was gonna be a bright future. The vows were said and soon it was official. Alice was now the Luna of the pack. Like in real life though someone watched from afar. Hate in cased their soul as they watched the happy couple. Her hand landed on her stomach and she faded into the shadows. No one knew what secret she had or if she would ever share it. Only time would tell.

Rebel frowned in slight annoyance as it continued to ring aloud He hated cry babies, they scared him, he never knew how to deal with them She cried for a while , then choked and looked at him “Rebel, don’t make any noise,” He looked at her lazily, then placed his arm on his head, covering his eyes, he shut his eyes, not bothering himself with the cry baby whose eyes had begun to resemble two tennis balls Rose composed herself, sniffing hard, she then wiped her tears and cleared her throat, then braced herself to answer the call

Still got the flowers that you sent And the note you wrote that said that we were meant To be forever An' I keep them all as evidence In a drawer under the mirror Filled with empty promises I don't know why I keep letting you lie to me Hard as I try It seems I can't break away I thought that you would be the hero Come and save the day But you're a villain Your sins unforgiven I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go ahead and wish me well I'll cry a wishing you well I'll fly before I fail I'll set sail and drift away So I won't need you here Love sinks a

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

She felt a rawness inside her, a vulnerability that she hadn’t shown anyone in years. As she spoke, the tears she had been holding back began to fall, their steady stream breaking free from the tight hold she had kept on them. They weren’t just tears of sadness; they were a release—a way for her to let go of everything she had been bottling up for far too long. It was as if those tears were finally washing away the confusion and hurt that had taken root deep within her. With every drop that fell, Isla felt a little lighter, as though the burden she had carried was slowly beginning to lift, giving her the chance to heal and move forward.