Rosalina Cry Novels & Stories

My eyes burned with tears, and Benjamin immediately became anxious. "What's wrong, Lena?" I sniffled, forcing back my tears. "It's nothing. I just saw a story about a husband cheating. It was really heartbreaking." Benjamin chuckled softly and said, "Silly, what's there to be sad about? I would never do that." I stared at him intently, and he emphasized helplessly, "I will always love you, Selena. If I ever betray you, may I live in endless suffering, never finding relief."

The Unhappy Ending Tamara returned home with a huge smile on her face, expecting to walk in to Rosie and Anthony fondling each other on the living room couch. Instead, she walked in to see Rosie clutching her chest, on her knees, broken on the ground as she cried. Tamara couldn't get the sound of Rosie's excruciating sobs out of her head. It haunted her. She sat there on the ground for the next hour, just holding Rosie and allowing her to cry. Rosie spent the hour after that wrapped up in Tamara's bed, quietly sniffling and silently crying. Tamara had never seen anything like this before, never seeing Rosie cry in general.

Xavier grabbed her waist and they both left. End of Rosaline's P.O.V. Rosaline kept crying silently. Her Mom found it a bit fishy as she was literally crying her heart out. She tried to think that maybe it's all the anxiety and wedding stresses but one thing didn't went unnoticed by her. The pain in her daughter's eyes... Mrs. Brown's P.O.V.

Rosalia apologized, finally breaking down in tears. “Mom! You need to believe me” Ophelia begged in tears. “Please take her to the hospital” Rosalia declared, standing up and slowly walking away sadly. “I will check up on her” Milana insisted and rushed after her. “She has been crying since and her eyes already look like they will pop out of their sockets. She looks exhausted already. Dave you should join Milana”. Logan suggested, and Dave nodded in acceptance but still didn't move an inch. “ I will assist Milana instead” Celine added and ran after Milana.

But instead of heeding my warning, she surprised us all with an unexpected display of strength. With a trembling voice, Rosaline rose from her seat, her eyes filled with fierce determination. "No," she exclaimed, her voice quivering with defiance. "I won't allow you or anyone else to dictate my actions or threaten my life. I am not a puppet to be controlled. I will fight for my freedom, even if it means facing death itself."

Seeing this, Rosaline held her hand gently and said kindly, “Just cry it out if you want to. Cry it all out.” As a fellow mother, Rosaline was familiar with the pain of separating with your own child. She thought Silvia would continue crying, but the latter wiped her face dry quickly and forced a smile. "I'm not going to cry. That's right, I won't! I'm releasing myself from that horrible marriage, after all! Why should I cry?" Her tone was stubborn and tough. "I’ll never shed another tear for this again! I'm only sad because of Autumn, but I just need to endure one more night of heartache. Just one more. I've moved past this."

- he confessed with a more serious expression on his face. For a moment Soo Min was unable to move and had to admit that she almost drowned in his eyes. However, his words sobered her immediately. She blinked several times trying to somehow process this confession. Finally, Soo Min closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath, causing his hand to slide off her cheek.

And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina. She is still wearing her white lace wedding gown, but the dress is stained with bright, fresh streaks of red blood. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with terror, staring straight at me as three shadow figures—men with no faces, wearing the suits of the Mafia Council—step out of the dark behind her. "Christopher, help me!" she screams, reaching her hands out toward me. The pear-cut diamond on her finger flashes brightly through the smoke. "They are taking me away! Christopher!"

she spat, her voice venomous, each word dripping with malice. "How could you?" she demanded, her voice rising to a crescendo. Tears streamed down her face, like rain pouring from a stormy sky, her pain cutting through me like a razor-sharp blade. I opened my mouth to explain, to beg for forgiveness. But Rosaline cut me off, her words slicing through the air like a knife. "No! You've made your choice clear," she said, her voice cold, detached. "You've chosen her over me, your blood"

Choking back her emotions, Rosaline bit the bullet and said her piece. “Have you been messing outside again, Lina?” Her mother snapped. “Mom, what do you mean by messing outside? When have I ever done anything like that?” Rosaline could barely contain her tears as she asked. “So you mean the pictures in the newspapers photoshopped last time?” Elisa commented, her tone full of sarcasm. “I told you it was a misunderstanding.” She sighed, digging her nails into her legs so hard that some of them drew blood. Only this way could she prevent herself from crying out loud and save her dignity.