Novel & Cerita Sob Cry

When the power meter in the house trips, Mom's foster daughter, Juniper Hawthorne, is trapped in the dark for five minutes. Even though I have claustrophobia, Mom locks me in an empty, pitch-black room. "You knew Juniper was terrified of the dark, yet you intentionally shut off the power just to frighten her! I'll teach you how to behave today!" I cry and beg her not to, but all I receive in return is a harsh slap. "Claustrophobia? That's just what happens when a kid grows up too spoiled." Late that night, I sense someone breaking into the house. The first thing I do is to call Mom, a renowned criminal psychologist, for help, only to be yelled at. "You're still really getting into this role just to fight Juniper for attention, aren't you? "Kidnappers, huh? Well, go ahead and die so you'll stop bothering me!" As she wishes, I'm brutally tortured and killed. My body is buried beneath Mom's favorite flowerbed. After I die, my soul is trapped in the body of a cat. All I can do is helplessly circle Mom until five days have passed. The police arrive with a mangled body and request her help in creating a portrait of the killer.

When Matteo Ricci threatens to end our engagement for the 100th time unless I take Lydia Capone's place in the famiglia's drug trial, I don't cry or make a scene. I just sign my name on the engagement termination agreement and calmly hand over the man I've loved for eight years to my twin sister. A few days later, Lydia storms the mafia summit like she owns the room, insulting the Pirelli family and daring anyone to stop her. I'm forced to step in and bear the full weight of her chaos. And now they're saying Lydia's body can't handle the trial after all, so they want me, the older sister, to take her place. The moment I agree, my parents smile at me for the first time in years. Even Matteo, who barely notices me, hovers nearby and murmurs, "Don't be afraid. The trial isn't lethal. When you get out, I'll take you for your favorite spaghetti alla Napoletana." But he has no idea that there's a late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis tucked inside my pocket. No matter what horrors the trial holds, he will never witness me walk out alive.

Grizelda Williams is the daughter of the most influential family in the entire country, yet she chooses to leave everything behind just to marry the man of her dreams. When his parents treat her as rag and blames her for her barreness, she doesn’t mind. She doesn't bother telling them that it's their son who's impotent, even though he also knows the truth. When his ex-girlfriend returns, seeking assistance for her sickness, she also doesn't mind. She even tries her best to make his ex-girlfriend happy and comfortable. But how does he thank her for everything she has done for him? One would think he would be grateful, right? Not at all! Instead, he divorces her just to be with his rotten ex-girlfriend. He even insults her and sends her to jail after stealing a million dollars in her name! What happens when she returns with her true identity as someone far richer and stronger than him in the business world?What happens when she also returns with a son that looks exactly like him? Will she forgive him after he realizes the mistake he has done and comes back begging? Or would she rather make him cry and have a taste of her revenge?

"Mama, is Uncle our Daddy?" Finn asked with a pout. Zora bent down so she was face to face with her son. She ran her fingers through his hair with a strained smile. "Then who is Papa? Which of them is our Daddy, Mama?" The little boy probed. "Uncle, Finn," Tears pooled in the woman's eyes. How was she to tell them? Just how was she to tell her kids who their Dad really was? "Papa is not Freya and your Daddy. Uncle is your Daddy," "But uncle made you cry, Mama. I don't want Uncle to be my new Papa," The boy replied and ran off. *** Four years later, Zora Walter was now a well known model with two kids and her boyfriend. She had to return to New York City because one of her children had cancer and she was referred to a hospital in NYC. What she didn't expect was to meet him, the father of her children again and what happens when the buried desires threaten to come alive again? Would Zora be able to handle being with Elliot especially now that she was in a serious relationship with Derek? How will Elliot react after realizing he has two beautiful kids? Would he leave his golden wife for his ex girlfriend and kids? Or would they decide to bury whatever they had and leave it that way?

In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. As a surgeon, this raised my alarm. I retrieved the small sachets I had found inside the amulet and brought them to the toxicology lab at Kosley Hospital.. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, please stop the nonsense. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

For seven years, my husband told me I was the problem. He said I was too much, too soft, too broken to give him a child. I believed him, until the night of our anniversary, when I found two pink lines on a test… and found him on the study sofa with my best friend. She was pregnant too, his baby. She had been pregnant for months, I did not scream, I did not cry in front of them. I picked up my things, walked out with nothing, and never looked back. I built a new life in a city where nobody knew my name. I found a home. I found work I loved. I found a man who looked at me like I was never broken at all. Months later, my ex-husband showed up, begging me to come back now that he knew the truth: the baby was his too. He wanted me back the moment he realized what he lost. He was too late. I did not need his name. I did not need his money. I did not need him. While he lost everything he built on lies, I built a life that was finally, completely mine.

"I don't regret the rain or the nights I felt the pain or the tears i had to cry, some of those times along the way, every road I had to take, every time my heart would break. It was just something I had to do to get me to you" Winter had to wishes in her life, to live happily and for her crush to notice her. At first, it was like an infatuation which later developed into affection. She had always thought just looking at him from afar would be enough, but she got greedier and wanted him closer. Having reject her various blind dates simply because they weren't Xander, her Mother finally had enough of her and set her up with the Son of her childhood friend. Winter as usual was ready to reject whoever he was, until she saw him. Her crush was her blind date..... It was a matter of do or die and definitely she was going to take the chance which was laid before her on a platter. Xander had an illness which was known only to his immediate family and also the reason he was always resisting relationships. But this time, he had no choice because his brother's relationship was on the line. With Winter finally knowing the nature of his illness, she was going to do everything to make him believe he deserves to be loved, but will she succeed?

"I want this girl." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. The atmosphere was in full swing, the sobs and cries of the people were drowning out in fear. Everyone was taking two steps back. The girl in the black shirt grabbed the woman's hand tightly. The weapons in their hands and the horrible looks were enough to terrorize. The tall man lifted the girl on his shoulder in one jerk, she was swaying from her shoulder to the back on her stomach, her legs were forward. "Leave me, leave me, save someone" She was screaming in pain and fear, hitting him on the back and trying unsuccessfully to free herself. Her hands were tied behind her back. The girl's screams were so painful that everyone forgot to cry and began to tremble. The echo of her screams was reaching far and wide in the forest. It was almost as if they, including the girl, were disappearing from their sight, a roar was heard. "Liu Har" "Leave her" All eyes were on Xavier.

They say that I have gone mad, that I put on "an act of life or death" on the day of my younger sister's coming-of-age ceremony. They also claim that I lied to my husband to gain sympathy. However, they don't know that the true madman is the person whom they have misplaced their trust in. I am Winifred Gardner, the eldest daughter of the Gardners, and I am also secretly married to Zachary Hood, a mafia boss. He never announced our marriage within the last three years because I'm not yet "qualified" to be the wife of a mafia boss. My younger sister, Stella Gardner, acknowledges me as her elder sister while mixing muscle relaxants into my medications to render me weak, dull, and unable to fire a gun. As a result, I am once again mocked as someone useless. She steals my place, my parents' love, and my husband's trust while I'm labeled as mentally unstable and told that I pretend for the sake of sympathy. The moment I sign the organ donation consent form, I smile. This is the only document I can sign on my own initiative. But they're unaware that I've already recorded the truth beforehand. After I die, everyone will know who it was that poisoned me. When that time comes, they will cry and be filled with regret. But I will no longer forgive them.

Rowan Nightshade slapped me in front of his friends, his guards, and the girl he had been protecting for months. The room went dead silent. Then someone whispered, “She deserved it.” For nine years, I had loved Rowan like he was my fate. I endured his coldness, his broken promises, and every time he left me standing alone because another girl needed him more. I kept telling myself it would get better. Rowan was my promised mate. Sooner or later, he would choose me first. But when his palm landed across my face, something inside me finally broke. Rowan thought I would cry, apologize, and forgive him like I always did. Instead, I walked out of the hall, deleted every way to contact him, and told both our packs the promised-mate agreement was over before sunrise. No one believed I would really leave. Until Rowan came to my dorm that night, his eyes red and his voice shaking. “Why, Serena? Just because of one slap?” I looked at the boy I had loved since childhood. Then I smiled. “Yes,” I said. “Because of that slap.”