Novel & Cerita Sad Stories To Make You Cry

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

She was fully prepared to keep watching. She wanted to see- now that things had reached this point- what other tricks Sadie still had left. And right then- Sadie, who had been keeping her head lowered the entire time, suddenly lifted it. Tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls, one after another. Her face looked so heartbreakingly pitiful it could move mountains. Again? Crying again? Scarlett almost wanted to applaud. Were tears really that useful? Honestly impressive. Inside, she was nothing but contempt.

I started crying that she was going to die. "I expected this!" Adrian shook his head when he saw me cringe. He knows that I always watch sad movies and cry when the cast dies. Alex looked at me like I was going insane. I heard sniffing beside me to see Adam was shedding tears. We both look at each other and started crying like kids. "Why did she die? What will Cole do?" I continued crying. Adam was just like me crying and throwing tantrums for these sad movies. "That's just a movie." Alex snickered beside me.

Caraline could not contain her sadness any longer. She burst into tears again, streaming down her cheeks. She hugged the diary tightly as if she was holding Carla. All the images of her life with her sister came flooding back. Sadness, regret, and longing took turns to overwhelm her emotions. Caraline fell off the sofa still hugging Carla's diary. Her body shook violently until the sound of crying finally surfaced. Grace and the three maids who heard it immediately entered the room with panicked faces.

My heart is aching, and I don’t know how to stop it. “Do you remember what you said to me? Because I do. It’s still clear in my mind, as if you said them yesterday.” Tears are pouring down my face and I hate that he is witnessing me cry. “ If the bastard child is mine, which I doubt, I would never allow it to live. I fucking hate you, Sadie, and I’d rather that pup die than be given birth to by the woman who destroyed my life… That’s what you said to me.”

Masyado kaming pinagkakaitan ng tadhana ng karapatang maging masaya sa piling ng aming mga mahal sa buhay. Dinig kong mas lalong lumakas ang kaniyang pag iyak at hikbi hanggang sa punitin na nito ang sulat. Mahigpit ko siyang niyakap, dahil ramdam ko ang sakit ng mawalan ng mahal sa buhay. It hurts at my part to see my love crying. And with the fact that I can’t even able to share his pain and sadness were killing mew more. Hindi siya nagsalita at umimik, ngunit panay pa rin siya sa pag iyak. Kinimkim niya ng pagkalakas lakas ang kniyang kamay kasama ng kaniyang nararamdaman. I hate to see him crying and weak, but fact is fact even if it hurts, and we can’t deny that there’s no single person

I slipped into a slumber not long after I fell asleep. My deep sleep was flooded with a nightmare. I was drowning in something thicker than water. It smelled metallic, it couldn't be blood could it. I heard a horrid laughter that made my insides turn and twist. Pain filled my mind as I heard the man's laughter turn into taunting phrases. "No one will want you now." "Filthy Whore" "You're mine" the man's voice gave me goosebumps and made me shiver. He reached toward me submerging my head in the blood. I let out a scream and tried to fight him off. To no avail, I felt my lungs burn as I gasped in the thick blood.

I tell him. He sits up and cups my face, wiping stray tears that have escaped my eyes. “Don’t cry, Dada. I love you lots. I’m not mad at you. I’m just sad that Mommy’s not here and we can’t be a happy family, like every other family. I’m sorry if I made you cry… I just miss mommy a lot. I want her here too!” He says, sobbing his little eyes out. I pull him into my lap and cuddle him, squeezing myself into his small bed.

Her eyes burned, her chest tightened, her breath faltered every time she thought of Thor, of Isabela, of that altar. Suddenly, she snapped off the TV with a sharp click and turned to Zoe, tears brimming. “Enough of playing tough, Zoe. I’m sad. I want to cry. The love of my life is marrying someone else. A psychopath who wants to destroy me because she’s obsessed with him!” Zoe, as compassionate as ever, took her hand. “Friend, it’s not weakness to cry. Everyone—no matter how strong—has their breaking point. They get low. They cry. And that’s okay.”

I'm sure at that time he was contacting me. Kenan was confused and looked frustrated. A drop of tears rolled down my cheek when I saw his figure on the screen. I miss him. "What are you looking at? Why are you so sad?" asked Dad, who was relaxing on the sofa, drinking bottled juice. "A very sad short film," I blurted out. "If you know it will make you sad, why are you still watching it?" Dad shook his head slowly, then looked away from me. "Because feeling sad makes me feel more alive," I said slowly.