Sad Stories To Make You Cry Novels & Stories

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. Losing your marriage was one thing, but losing a child too… that’s another kind of pain.” Sade’s body shook with silent sobs. Her father reached over, gently massaging her shoulders. “Sweetie, you have to stop crying,” he said. “You cry so much. It’s breaking my heart.” “I’m going to try, Dad,” she whispered. He gave a sad smile. “Good. Because you’re making me cry too, and you know I don’t do that.” Despite everything, a small, broken laugh escaped her lips. Her father reached for her hand. “I love you, baby girl. And I always have your back.”

Sadie walked through the rain, feeling numb. She knew what kind of person Chad was. However, she was still stupid enough to believe his lie tonight. She even dared to think he still cared a little about her. In the end, it was nothing but his scheme. He was unscrupulous enough to squeeze every drop of value she had for his gain. Sadie had drunk a lot and got wet in the rain. She had gone through an emotional rollercoaster, and she finally fell apart as she passed out on the ground.

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. —

The hearts of Ethan, Lee, Ryker, and Tony would melt every time Sadie shed a tear. This time would be no exception. Sadie had suffered so much overseas. Apparently, she was scavenging trash cans for scraps when Ethan found her. In my fathers’ minds, Sadie was vulnerable and far more deserving of sympathy than I, seeing that I lived a life of privilege in the last sixteen years. After Sadie apologized repeatedly, the dads sighed and softly persuaded her to stop crying. Though Ethan remained low in mood, he said, “It’s not your fault. Niamh traumatized you.”

I used my sleeve to erase my tears. I am very sad. But why am I crying? I am a big girl and big girls do not cry. Yes, I should not cry. I will find mama and then I will not be with the devil. Devil has made me cry. I will tell him that he is a bad man and we can not stay with him.

she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better. I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally step into the sunlight because of guys she likes so when she r

I was no longer holding in the tears they were overflowing uncontrollably. Luna reached out cuddling me into her chest “Sshh, Sadie please don’t cry” Luna and I sat discussing school for a while, I told her all about my studies and the boy I like, I could see she was trying to take my mind off things, speaking about anything but the situation in front of us and I actually enjoyed speaking to her about my life. We had been chatting almost an hour “I need to go see how mom is doing” I said with a small smile as I cuddled her before standing.

We’d seen all the big tearjerkers… A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, Marley & Me… two nights ago we even got sucked into a K-drama, When Life Gives You Tangerines. So, I was confident. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him… Nah. I didn’t want to give him anything to tease me about. “Nope,” I said, trying to make my voice sound steady, confident. “I’ve seen a lot of romantic sad movies… I don’t cry.” He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine. That smirk tugged at his lips, faint but deliberate. “Hmm… tough. I like it,” he said softly.

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c