Romance Novels That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

There wasn't a thing I could do, all the interviewers were frowning at me, waiting for me to leave. I knelt down and erupted into tears, I couldn't take it anymore. Everything had been going sideways since morning. Like every other Monday, today had turned out to be even more cursed. "Mondays, Mondays-I curse you, I curse you." I kept on screaming. They were looking at me like I was a comedian, but that didn't stop me. I kept on screaming as their attention and an interview was what I wanted. I removed my shoes and kept on screaming. There is no backing out for me, I was ready to cause a scene if that would be the only way I could get an interview.

This is the money they live on daily, fattening their bellies, yet looking unhappy and broke as ever. Grabbing a romance novel from the side bed, I had the urge to escape from the dramas of this home, reading was the perfect refuge for me. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to concentrate, the laughter was now too much, I could barely understand why Jennifer will laugh so hard as If she was having the be at the time of her life, or maybe it was just to provoke me.

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Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is!

Brian had never known that seeing a person cry could hurt more than having his own stomach pierced and his limbs removed, he had never thought that it was possible to want to go on a rampage and kill whatever was causing that person's tears. Frankly to say, he was never a romantic person, too stoic and practical in his ways, he believed romance to be an imaginative paperback created by an idealist. And that was precisely the reason why his arms seemed to freeze as they hovered above the sobbing woman that seemed to think it was a good idea to launch herself into his arms.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Tears streamed from my eyes, hot and unrelenting. Roman pulled me close to her body and hugged me tight. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. I won't hurt you," she spoke soothingly into my ear. I melted in her her arms and let my tears run their course. I'd never let myself cry the way I did in her arms. It was messy and covered in snot, trying to make myself stop but I couldn't. Years of pent up rage and grief overwhelmed me and all my tears could've filled a bath tub.

I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a disguise that had a half-naked girl cloaked in a red garment, and a write-up that read: A comprehensive guide on how to seduce any man. From the title, it obviously was not a romance book, yet my wolf Myra felt thrilled to read it. Again, another reason I read was to ease curiosity. I did not plan on seducing anyone but the cover and title were both intriguing. I could not help but wonder what its content was, especially as it was in the romance category, like wise my inquisitive part, so I pulled out the large book, stumbled back. To say the book was big wo

What was so enticing about them that you kept returning like a fly to fruit? A tear rolled down my face and made a perfect spherical drop on the dusty floor. Crying… I was actually crying. Why wouldn’t I? My love was taken from me. But at the end of the day, crying was pathetic; it was pointless; it wasn’t going to bring her back.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —