Stories That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

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. —

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.

I smiled sheepishly. “I think… sometimes I need to let everything out,” I admitted quietly, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the smooth edge of one of the glass display cases. “Watching those films gives me permission to cry. I know it sounds ridiculous. Half the time the stories are unrealistic, the endings are too perfect, and everyone somehow finds the love of their life in two hours. But…” I smiled faintly. “I still watch them.” Grey remained silent. He had a habit of doing that.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

“Just cry this once if there’s anything else that you’re sad about. I will never let you cry again in the future.” Evelyn felt a lump in her throat and almost shed tears again. His words were touching. ‘I will never let you cry again.’ It might seem like a simple sentence, but it contained a heavy commitment. Sometimes, a person would not cry just because she had been wronged, but because she felt extremely moved as well.

" said Kiara with a smile . " Why ? There's nothing good in those memories . " said Eskylrious surprised . " The bad , harsh, and sad memories are the ones that make me stronger . Remind me that being emotional is never the solution to problems , crying won't help me . All this time that I have been here , I have cried for only four things . When Liam left , when I had to cut ties with my family , when I learned who you guys were and today but today , my tears were tears of joy . Never expect to see tears fall from my eyes easily , your highness . " said Kiara with a smile .

Carson silently cried with his hands covering his face. His body was shaking, and he couldn’t control it. He felt nauseated and wanted to vomit. His entire body felt like it was no longer under his control. He looked at his bloodied hands but was unable to bring them down from his face. He was afraid. Afraid he that his eyes would lock unto the body of the old man. He wanted so very much to believe everything that was happening was nothing but a bad dream. That he had not seen right. That it was nothing more than the illusions created by the never-ending flickering of the lights. Yet, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that, he could not bring his hands down from his face. He was to

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

Every fibre of my being tells me to flee, that I shouldn’t be here! Before Kain can force the doors back open, I flee towards the staircase. Whatever cursed thoughts had thought coming here was a good idea, I wish they had been silent! I’m not his love story! Just like no one else is! He doesn’t need me to be overly attached to him. He has done fine without me and will continue to do fine well after we’ve gone our separate ways. Right? I can feel the tears rolling down my face again. Why am I even crying right now?! It was obvious with how he looked. Kain was suffering too, so why did I run!? Why do I have to make everything worse by being an idiot!?

Then they said. "Bryan son...pls come to your parents, we do not mean to get you angry, nor make you sad". "Please forgive us darling...plea.....seeee..." Bryan just could not stand the tears of his parents cos he knew they must be heart broken, for them to be in such a terrible state of devastation. He then said to himself, " I just can not see my mom and dad in such a condition, nor hear them cry and still be hard towards them..."