Novel & Cerita Stories That Will Make You Cry

He finished his story and turned to face Lia who has been drenched in the pool of her own tears, the mascara on her lashes was washed off to her cheek, making Liam panic at the sight of it. "You are even scarier than the story itself" He mocked the lady in front of him, even if she did not care about his taunts. When he noticed she was serious about the whole crying saga, he proceeds to ask. “Why are you crying?” He furrowed in surprise. “I feel so much for him, loosing one’s beloved is so painful” She wiped her tears and sniffed in naively. “Yes! it is indeed the most painful thing ever. Even more painful than death itself” He lowered his head, with his eyes beaming with sadness.

I gestured with my thumb to the videos playing on the wall, “I’ll be right over there.” She nodded and left, leaving me alone. I walked to one of the videos, hands behind my back, as I watched it play. The story was about a young couple that got married and had a baby girl. Then along the way, the man was suffering from a sickness that soon led to his death. Leaving his wife to raise their daughter alone. I was smiling in the beginning, but near the ending of the video, my smile dropped and tears started to fill my eyes. “That’s so sad,” my smile fading, feeling sorry for the nonexistent family in the story.

I walk to the couch and let my body sink into it, closing my eyes as I bask in the relief of finally sitting down. My phone’s buzzing snaps my eyes open and I groan before I pull it out from my bag. My face lights up when I see the name and I quickly pick it. “You won't believe what just happened." I hear a sniff from the other end, like she's been crying. And one thing about my best friend : She doesn't cry. In her words “Mafia Princesses Don't Cry, They Make People Cry." I perk up in my seat, my brows scrunched. "What happened? Why’re you crying Brit?”

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.

9 months ago Crystal I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain, trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can't hold on to all of it. So, what I've le

He slowly guided me towards him until I found myself being embraced by him. My tears flowed uncontrollably. The only difference is now, I can't find any particular reason behind every drop. I don't know if it's still because of the pain. Or if because that's the right thing to do. I just want to cry. I just want to show off my tears that boast of their quantity and are not limited. I cry countless times, but there is no reason now. It just felt right to cry. For it carries all the sad stories that happened through the night.

The door slams shut after me and I take a moment to allow everything to sink in before starting my car and driving away. The windshield and road beyond it blur as tears fog my vision. I do my best to blink them away. When it becomes impossible to blink the tears away, I pull over along the side of the road and finally allow myself to cry. Tears stream down my face, leaving it feeling hot and sticky. I mourn the loss of my mate and the family I will never get to have.

stupid. He doesn't say anything and I wipe away my tears again. -And not only that. Georgina, my other best friend, also works here.” I laugh to myself so as not to cry. I know I know. I'm pathetic. He still doesn't say anything and the truth is, I prefer it that way. I don't want to cry, I don't want to see myself weak. But I can't resist it and I end up breaking down. I cover my face so he can't see me and turn my back on him. Crying is weakness, it's exposing your feelings, showing how broken you are inside. That's why I cried a few times in my life in front of another person. But now... I can't anymore. I no longer resist.

What was so enticing about them that you kept returning like a fly to fruit? A tear rolled down my face and made a perfect spherical drop on the dusty floor. Crying… I was actually crying. Why wouldn’t I? My love was taken from me. But at the end of the day, crying was pathetic; it was pointless; it wasn’t going to bring her back.

“I used to hear you cry, Mum. Every night, sometimes for weeks. I used to listen to you get upset and know it was about me, because you had to do everything for me. He could have stopped that! He could have helped!” She took both of my hands, pulled them to her. “I cried a lot when I was younger, Cloe. I cried a lot over many things. Missing your father, even though he left me high and dry to go back home to his wife. Missing the life he promised me, all the things I thought we’d have together. I cried for the people in the care home, sweetheart, the people who had nothing, no family to visit them, no reason to get up in the morning. I cried for the people I watched die alone, the people rea