Rosalina Crying Novels & Stories

Rosaline POV: I awoke blind folded, both of my wrists were chained, I had a collar around my neck that was also chained. I was standing up and I dropped my head, as I felt tears burning in my eyes. No Rosaline, don't cry, don't let them get that pleasure of seeing you cry. I thought to myself. I don't know what happened. I was in my cellar laying down in pain, the gash that was on my cheek was throbbing and didn't want to heal so I laid down to try and get some sleep. And then I heard my door open, and I saw one of the omega's and then everything went dark.

60 ~ROSALINE~ "No..." I drop to my knees and try to gather the liquid on the floor. My tears drop into the liquid and I wipe them from my face with the back of my hand. Sobs take over me and I sweep the liquid up, broken shards scratching my palm. Some lodging in. I try harder to scoop it back into the broken bottle. At least just a few drops. I pin my trembling lips together. "Please... Please...." "Rosie...."

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.

Rosalie was excited, and she clasped the ten fingers on her mother’s right hand, lifted her mother’s right hand out from the mud, and clasped her mother’s right hand tightly with both hands. Yashita seemed to have just woken up from general anesthesia at this moment, and her vision gradually became clearer from being blurred. When she saw Rosalie in front of her clearly, she asked lovingly, “Rosalie, why are you crying?” Rosalie held her mother’s hand tightly, and she could not stop her tears from flowing as she sobbed and said, “I’m crying because I’m happy...”

'This is insane' “Then what exactly happened, Katherina? What are you hiding from me?” “Why do you even care about what is happening with me?!” Katherina fired abruptly, her tears almost spilling. “Why can you not let me be?!” Upon hearing those words, Harrison flinched as he was not expecting her to flare up at him at that moment. He was able to keep his cool as he wasn't ready to let her be until she told him what had happened to her the previous night. Her words had not stricken any pain in his heart but her tone, the striking tears that were trying to force their way out of her eyes broke his heart into a million tiny pieces.

"Maybe not, but I'm here for you." Roslyn's hands trembled, her voice cracking. "Just leave!" Leonardo's gaze held hers, his voice low and gentle. "I won't give up on you, Roslyn." Roslyn's eyes stung, tears threatening to spill. She turned away, focusing on her drink. Leonardo's presence lingered, his words echoing in her mind. As she raised her glass, Roslyn felt Leonardo's hand brush against hers. "Mia bella, let me take you home," Leonardo whispered, his voice low and gentle.

she whispered. Her voice was small. Frightened. I stepped closer, my grip tightening around Sofia protectively. “Say it,” I said roughly. “Say it.” Rosa’s eyes filled with tears, but she masked it quickly, stuffing the paper onto the table like it burned her. She reached for Sofia, trying to pry her gently from my arms. “Vieni, amore mio,” she murmured, and Sofia, confused, clung tighter to my jacket. Sofia started to cry when Rosa pulled her away. Her little fists pounded weakly against Rosa’s shoulder, sobbing, “VoglioEnzo!”

One of them, at least. Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the here and now. He turned to see what had got my attention, then he looked back at me. "Isn't that one of your classmates, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What's wrong, Rosette?" I looked at him, probably with wide eyes. I most definitely felt panic. "Yes, but..." my voice shook, eyes once again on her. She wasn't looking at me anymore though, now she was only looking at her book as if she was reading anything, the stupid book was upside down!

Rose never stopped crying. Tears kept streaming down her face. She had to get away from Piers. He was calling after her and following her. But her path was stopped. She felt a force and was about to stumble. Nothing stopped her fall. She fell on her ass, and the bed sheet fell down on the floor, showing her torn shirt and her black bra. “Hey! Are you alright?” a female voice made Rose look at her. Rose looked at her with teary eyes and a red nose. She kept breathing heavily and sniffling.

"I'll see him." I wanted to hear what he had to say. When Finn was brought in, I almost didn't recognize him. His hair was a mess, his face was ashen, and he had dark circles under his eyes. It was as if someone had drained the life out of him. "Rosaline…" he croaked. "I came to apologize." I said nothing. "I'm sorry." He dropped to his knees. "I swear I know I messed up… Please, for the sake of our three years together, let me go."