Story Make You Cry Novels & Stories

He said with a smile but atlast Saying this a tear came out from his eyes but he immediately wiped it . " Ohh so where we were I was going to tell you the story hmm ." Saying this he changed the topic but I nodded as I didn't want to see him sad . " So there is nothing interesting in my story , it's just like a normal bollywood movie in which there is a poor boy and a rich dad's princess .He smiled and I smiled back as it was sounding interesting . " So the story starts from a cafe and for it let's go 25 years back ." and with these words the story starts .

"I have. Not my most loved story, but I've healed from it." "Well, that's just scary. Don't tell me you're joking with me again. Like you did the last time." "No, I'm not. I hope you don't cry to sad stories. This is a sad story." "Um... No, I don't. But if there is violence, make it a bit nice. Make it PG_13." "Okay. I guess I can try." "Okay. I'm ready." I balanced out in the chair, swinging my knees. It helped me release some tension. Call me childish, I don't care. Even at my age I still hate tragic stories.

Tyler wiped my tears saying, "Crybaby. How long did you cry to make your eyes red like that?" I couldn't respond. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm glad" he mumbled, closing them again. "Don't cry. I like when you cry for me but it hurts too much." "Tyler," my voice cracked again. I tried wiping my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "Tyler, I have something to say… but please listen carefully..." I took a deep breath trying to keep the tears from flowing freely again. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. "Tyler..." My lips trembled with every word. I knew if I didn't finish it, I never would. I took a shuddering breath before speaking again.

“Are you getting married?” “No!” she smacked Famke’s leg angrily. “I lied to an older lady to make her stop crying. I don’t lie to anyone, ever. Then she asked me to come to New Years Day dinner tomorrow and her eyes were all blue and watery and bloodshot with spiky lashes. She’s like a baby in a woman’s body. How was she cute and pathetic all at once?” Nyx wailed and threw her head backwards and bounced it off the back of the sofa. “I can’t make her cry.” “You can’t marry a guy because his mom cried, Nyx.”

“You’re cold, distant. Is something wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" I laugh, but it’s hollow and humorless. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, and I swipe at them before they can fall. “I don't know if you did something wrong, but I have a story to tell you. A boring story.” He blinks, confused. “A story?”

Lucian stayed silent, listening. I reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, then playfully pinched his nose. "When it gets too much-when I'm so mad at fate and life and my parents-I watch a stupid movie, eat salty popcorn with juice, and cry about completely ridiculous things on screen. It helps." Lucian hid his face in his hands. "I'm a man. I can't cry," he mumbled, voice muffled. I smiled through the ache in my chest and gently took his face in both my hands, thumbs wiping the fresh tears from under his eyes.

"I'm not Marco. I don't have a gift for silver-tongued speeches. I can only do this one thing—when I've set my heart on someone, I stay with them forever." In that instant, a sea breeze drifted through, causing the foliage of the lemon tree to rustle audibly. I glanced down at my coffee and smiled faintly. "Vincenzo…" "Yes?" "I'm terrible at making coffee, so you'll have to make it next time." Vincenzo was taken aback for a second before he started to laugh. That was the first time I witnessed his genuine laugh. That wasn't a cold, Don-like smirk or a calculated grin during negotiations. He genuinely looked like a man looking at his beloved and laughing from within.

I sob "I wanted freedom but he didn't give me rather he begin drugging me and will have his way with me or even call his friends to join him" I couldn't stop the tears and I cried which Mrs Amanda Zion Grandma held me saying soothing words "It's okay dear. Everyone has a painful past. What only matters is to let go of your past and also learn from it. So cry no more dear. One day you will get your justice" she said which I cried for awhile before cleaning my face "Go wash your face in the toilet" she said which I did and apply some makeup to hide any sign that shows have cried

I cried at what I heard not fair I cried "Ma'am you should rest" my maid suggested "why should I? my mind can't be at rest when my boyfriend left me,I said and blew my nose again ,come here darling"the chief maid said and placed my head on her chest then sat beside me "I love him" I cried as I rested my head on the old maid chest "girls u can leave "she said and dismissed the other maids "listen girl ,I will tell a story "she said and started off with her story and it almost looks like mine how she got rejected and stuffs but later moved on and I listened to her story till I drifted off to sleep.

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.