Rebel Tears Novels & Stories

Vampires burn hot. Half an hour later, Simone’s warm tears start to soak through my shirt, wetting my skin. “Shh, darling,” I try to soothe her. “We’ll be there soon enough.” I feel a little awkward and clumsy. It's been many years since I've had to comfort a woman I care about. “Whu- What duh-hu...” she gives up and gives in to the tears. I wonder when last she had a proper cry. And when last did human tears move me this much?

" Pastor Gabriel and Brooklyn knelt at the altar, then they started praying, asking the Lord to teach Brooklyn how to forgive and to be healed completely. After the prayer, Brooklyn took a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders finally giving way as she wiped the tears from her face. She looked at Pastor Gabriel and whispered, “Thank you, Pastor Gabriel, for a powerful prayer. I will forgive him not because he deserves it, but because I refuse to let his lies define who I am anymore. I will also let go of the anger, even though I still have to fight for my freedom.” Pastor Gabriel smiled and said, “May the good Lord bless you, my child. May He give you strength to face every storm in your

I was taken aback, and the smile on my lips disappeared. “Brother, you're aware of our rules and boundaries; you know that I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend, aren't you? But I disobeyed that chairperson's law for me.” I looked up as tears fell from my eyes. “I disobeyed not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to be free, to be happy without fear and to be out of trouble,” I explained. And I wiped my tears away and smiled at Erin, who was listening to what I had to say.

It was one of her main driving points for joining the rebellion in the first place, that and freeing Walt, and her indisputable sense of right and wrong. “It’ll be all right, Mist. It’s just… it’s going to hurt. A lot. I know you can handle it. I’ll make it stop as quickly as I can, okay?” Rain had to ignore the tears that threatened to fall with each word. She hated that she was about to put the best friend she’d ever had through a living, breathing, biting hell, but she had no choice.

Savage POV. I watch as Angel kisses Rebel and sets her on her feet as my little girl runs; I scoop her up and hold her close to me as she cries. I shake my head at Angel and she smiles softly at me. “I’m sorry.” She whispers and I hear her. My eyes widen as I scream her name as she shuts the door. Teagan takes Rebel and I run and bang on the barn door and begin to shoulder barge it when Ivar and the rest of my men try to find another way in.

Like an idiot! I feel a tear fall down my face and I'm suddenly sobbing full force. I feel so useless. It's all my fault. I just want my daddy. I climb out of the bed and go to Marcus' bedroom. When I open the door I see him sit up in the dark. "Pink," I say and another sob escapes my mouth. "Come here sweetheart," he says and I quickly get into the bed with him and cuddle into his open arms. He lays down with me against his chest and rubs soothing circles against my back as I cry quietly.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

“Selene’s. The pack’s. My own. The world will still throw ropes. I just… do not tie them into knots for it anymore.” Rhea’s eyes glinted. “Poet,” she said. “Queen,” Luna corrected, mock-offended. “Same thing,” Rhea said. Luna laughed. A shout from the courtyard drew their attention. Rebel barreled into view, hair half-braided, shirt misbuttoned, waving a scroll. “Luna!” he yelled. “You have to see this.” Rhea groaned. “Can it wait until after breakfast?” she called. “Or after never?”

A sharp, blinding pain shot through my head, like a rope being pulled tight around my skull. I shouted, "What are you doing? Put her down right now!" The extreme tearing I had suffered during the difficult childbirth, which had required dozens of stitches, sent shooting pain through my lower body. I knew the wound had definitely reopened. However, there was no time to dwell on it. Ignoring the blinding pain, I staggered forward and lunged at Yasmin Holden. Victoria's cries filled the room, piercing and frantic, just as Yasmin let out a shrill scream.

After crying for a while, he looked up with a strange glint in his eyes. "Julie, come with me and let me make up for you! "I know about a disaster that's going to hit your father soon. If you come with me, I can help him avoid it!" Seeing his near-delirium, I let out a cold laugh. "Come with you, so you can fake your death again and abandon your wife and parents just to live your best life?" Judd's smile froze on his face before it slowly turned into pure horror. "A-Are you reborn, too?"