Stories That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

’ I had not even known tears were gathering in my eyes. “You are even making me cry,” I choked out. “How can I like such a man? In case you do not know, no woman likes a man who makes her cry.” I furiously wiped the tears from my face as they dripped down but they just kept pouring from my eyes without my control. I ended up sniffing like a hurt child and no matter how much I tried, I could not hold myself together.

If only I was loved the way my mother loved my money, I wouldn’t mind giving her everything. I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with some piece of cloth. My eyes were heavy still, I have been crying them out for a while now. But the call was the trigger. it's already getting me off mood and so pissed, making me want to cry more and more.

She went to open the door of her room, pretending that nothing happened: "Can I take a day off from school?" "What's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so puffy? Are you crying?" "Last night I stayed up late watching the movie. The plot of the movie was very sad, so I cried. Now I don't feel well, maybe I'm sick." "Can you cry until your eyes are puffy just by watching a movie?" "Yes." "It's okay. I'll let you take a day off school today. Go down for breakfast." "Yes." She wanted to smile at her mother like every morning. But now she couldn't laugh, sometimes it was like crying.

I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I was sad. It's normal to cry if we're sad."

But still I don't want to cry , I didn't cry when my father left our family abandoning us leaving us to fend for ourselves on our own and I didn't cry when my mother went in one of her crazy spasms where she kept on harping how I wasn't living up to her expectations when I was actually stretching myself to the last inch of my skin and I wasn't going to cry for Jacob Knight either because people who don't matter to me , who couldn't love me for who I'm do not deserve my tears . The last time I cried was when my nanna left me and that too because she was the only woman who loved and cared for me without asking anything in return , she was the only one deserving . Other

My voice cracked and was hoarse because of crying. "Why the hell are you crying?" His voice softened and looked concerned. "That's none of your business." I snapped, but I started crying anyways. I don't want anyone to see me cry or be miserable. I don't want anyone to see me vulnerable and it makes me weak. "It is my business, Mireya. You don't have to tell, just cry." Kayden stood there beside me leaning against the wall while I cried. I couldn't stop. The people I love will leave someday, but that doesn't stop me from loving them.

*** "Tell me he did not just do that to you?" Cara's voice is cracking and the look on her face is angry. "And tell me I did not just watch him do that to you?" She's almost crying and that just makes me burst out into tears myself. My best friend wraps her arms around me and she grants me access to her shoulder so I can cry into it. My eyes burn and the back of my throat is raw. Humiliation is always a bitter pill to swallow and the aftertaste just makes me cry even more.

Tears streamed down their faces as they clung to each other, whispering names, memories, and half-finished sentences filled with raw emotion. Amelia and Blake stood awkwardly by the side, watching the emotional reunion unfold. Blake cleared his throat. “Well... this is dramatic.” Amelia shot him a glare. “Have some respect.” Blake smirked. “I am respecting it. I’m just saying, if this were a movie, it’d be the part where the background music swells.” Amelia rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. The two older women finally pulled back, wiping their tears. Evelyn cupped Ruby’s face, her eyes shining with disbelief. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

JONEA "Stop crying! I won't be able to understand if you don't say anything but cry and cry!" shouted Marilyn, who couldn't hold back her patience anymore. Marilyn had never been this mad at me. Maybe I've gone too far this time. I also stopped crying. I wiped my tears and wiped my snot that kept dripping. I already finished a box of tissues. "You've calmed down now?" I nodded. "Then, try to sequence the story from the beginning. Why are you crying like this? What happened to you?"

"Don't be ashamed of the fact that you read. It is a wonderful past-time and one that can expand your mind and take you on great adventures." She gave a small smile and a nod. “If the book is making you feel so deeply that you’re crying, the author did their job. The whole point of a book is to tell a story, real or made up. And the job of the author is to make you live that story. So, tell me, are these happy tears or sad tears?” She gave a sad sniffle as he gently pried the book away from her. “Sad. They were just getting a good point in their marriage, their kids were moving out, they’re falling in love again… and she just died in a car crash.”