Rebel Tears Novels & Stories

You have to snap out of this. Soon, her eyes were glowing and so was Fernando's. Her body was finally falling limp in his hold... probably the effect of the mate bond between them. Abigail was standing directly in front of them, obviously getting ready to scream. Was that the idea they came up with? I hope they know what they are doing. It was like everybody held their breath suddenly, as the ground beneath our feet vibrated. Abigail was screaming directly at Fernando and my sister as the barrier shook in its place. Bright lights suddenly emitted from them, making us cover our eyes and groan out in irritation. "Fuck! It's working!"

He then looked at Alina. “Happy birthday, Princess!” he said opening his arms Alina cannot hide her feelings, her tears rolled down her eyes immediately after she gave-in in Juno’s embrace. And she started sobbing, “Shh.. don’t cry. I know they are here watching over you. I know they want you to celebrate it like they were still here. They wanted you to be happy.” The silent cry became louder her shoulder started shaking, Halea joined in, in their embrace. “We are here for you, Ali. We love you,”

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

*** We shared the news with guys they were super excited and wanted to start practicing asap but since the paperwork were pending we decided to wait until it's officially ours. "Rebel wants to celebrate, she is asking for a party saying she missed last night's celebration," Tyler said while talking to Rebel on the phone. Rebel is a band member, she's a guitarist and she's really good at it. She's such a badass and such a humble person. We are lucky to have her in the band.

He made a mental note to check on this matter again later on once Nyx had calmed down. After a few more minutes, Nyx sniffled and lifted her head from Revel's shoulder, revealing a wide damp patch where her tears had soaked through. She gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry about your shirt Rev" and she looked at him with puffy, red rimmed eyes. Revel's heart ached at the sight of her tear stained face and sorely wished that he could have punched Jean for causing Nyx to cry to such a state. "It's okay Ny, I hope you feel a little better now. We'll get through this together, okay?" Revel smiled back at Nyx reassuringly. Nyx hiccuped softly as she laughed through the remnants of her tears, and

He was down there, in the dark, breathing in the toxic air of a subterranean grave, risking everything to break the chains of an empire. A single, hot tear escaped Rebecca’s closed eyes, tracing a slow path down her pale cheek before freezing in the biting mountain air against the backdrop of the dark, polished stone. It was followed by another, and then another—silent, glittering drops of pure devotion, anxiety, and unshakeable faith that fell softly into the shadows. She did not sob, she did not wail; she simply stood as a solitary monument of sovereign love, her silent tears bringing the long, tense chapter to an absolute, breathless close as the highlands waited for the first strike of t

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

His body are shaking harder than before. “We get it. You are afraid and don’t know who you should trust . . . but you have to believe and give your trust to us. You know the law but you’re not following your king, the one who you should give your loyalty and trust to him.” “I-I k-know that I may get my head off because of my unthinkable and worst decision I have made, but I can’t lose my father. He’s the only one I got in this life.” His tears burst out from his eyes while his body is shaking, he’s getting weak and emotional.

“You do not understand. She is my heart outside my body. The world can burn, treaties can crumble, peace can die—I care only for her.” A soft green shimmer flickered across his chest—the soul thread straining across distance. Her sadness. Her fear. He felt it. Lived it. Breathed it. And his rage became unstoppable. “I’m coming, little star,” he vowed. “I’m coming. And the wolves who hid you—who lied about you—will wish they had never drawn breath.” Rebel — Age 10 (Working in the pack kitchens) Rebel moved silently through the kitchen, carrying a heavy pot twice the size of her head. Her arms shook, but she refused to cry. Crying made things worse.

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.