Romance Novels That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

And LanLan and I was so captivated that we read all his three novels that was made into film. •Empress General• is his first novel ever written so it is not as refined as the other two as he wrote it when he was still younger and inexperienced. But it's advantage is that it has a happy ending and the only happy ending among his later works. Even the •Tears Of The Water Spirit• and •Angel's Cry• is a tragedy story. That's why the fans of the novel is so excited about the drama adaptation.

It hurt just thinking of it. As tears gathered in my eyes, I dropped my hand from my forehead and went over to my bed. I dropped stomach first and curled my leg then let the tears roll out of my eyes, hitting the bed sheets. I started to cry out, the way I had wanted. My chest tightened, my breath was almost seizing, and my heart hammered fast. I cried for myself and for my delusions for putting me in this place. I cried until my shoulder started to shake and ribs felt lie it wanted to clench me to death. +++++

WHEN TWO HEARTS MEET ******************* SELENA’S POV ******************* I have always been a hopeless romantic and I guess it all stems from my fascination with romance novels and movies. The idea of loving someone had always fascinated me and even though I dreamt of falling in love someday, I never imagined that I would fall so hard and deep. Falling in love with Chris was by chance and in a short while I have come to love him more than life itself and I can give up anything just to be with him, anything at all.

Someone to rip into. "It's okay, you can cry all you want. I won't shame you" Joan said refering to Cassidy's tears filled eyes. "Cry? I'm not cry-" Cassidy couldn't finish her words as tears streamed down her face. The tears broke down Cassidy's false bravado as she bawled in front of Joan. "It's okay," Joan said repeatedly to a weeping Cassidy. "Don't you hate me?" Cassidy asked after she'd finished crying. Tear streaks all over her face, her being tied to the chair didn't give her much room to wipe her tears.

I said softly and combed his hair as I sniffed. His droopy eyes looked at me as his forehead was creasing. "Are you crying, Mama?" he asked, trying his best to stay awake. I wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes as I shook my head. "I just read a romance novel," I lied. He tilted his head and yawned. "Is it a happy ending?" he asked, curious. His question broke my heart. "No... It was not a happy ending in the first place," I said as I heard my heart breaking into pieces.

“Pet, if it has you crying, it’s something.” She shook her head gently and lifted the book that was resting against her legs, and he had not seen. “It’s just a stupid book.” “Do you like it?” “What?” The confusion was evident on her face and in her voice. “Do you like the book?” “Yeah, but it’s just some cheesy romance.” “And you’re crying because of what happened in the book?” another gentle swipe of tears with his thumb. Her head nodded slightly with her messy bun bobbing and some of the shorter hairs sliding out. “I know it’s stupid and all…”

Then another hard strike, it’s so hard that I cry out this time, the sound swallowed by the waterfall. “Jaxon...” I actually sob, tears brimming in my eyes, my body shaking hard. It hurts bad, but it feels so good, and I want more. I want him to break me and gather me in his arms, kiss away my tears, and tell me how much he loves me despite the pains he makes me feel. I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online.

Camila stepped inside carefully— And froze. The entire room was filled with paintings. Hundreds of them. Every wall. Every corner. Every canvas. All of them painted the same woman. A beautiful blonde girl with large green eyes. Some paintings showed her smiling. Others laughing. Crying. Sleeping. Dancing. There were so many emotions trapped inside each piece that Camila’s chest immediately tightened. Love. Obsession. Heartbreak. Grief. Every single painting screamed pain. Mateo remained near the doorway silently while Camila slowly walked deeper into the room.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.