Story Make You Cry Novels & Stories

“Congratulations though, you were the easiest $1,000 I've ever made” The shock was a physical blow, making my heart bleed blood, knocking the air out of my lungs. I reached for the sheet, clutching it to my chest, not for modesty, but as a desperate attempt not to cry but to hold myself together. But I couldn't, I tried to hold it in ,but it was hard I started letting it out “But you lied” I whispered “You said you wanted me, you said you loved me, David you said you couldn't hold it in again that you wanted me”

“You’re such a liar.” “I’m not lying.” His thumb brushes a tear from my cheek. “People crying makes me nervous. Always has. I never know what to do. I either freeze or I say something stupid that makes it worse.” His voice drops, softer now. “But when I saw you crying… I just felt this desperate need to make it stop. It was irrational. Overwhelming. I only knew you were someone else’s woman and yet, I would have done anything to take that pain away.”

I don't want to leave it with me dying in a pool of blood and you crying. -You see? Right there you have made a mistake- He puffed out his chest and I held back a laugh. He got very macho when he wanted to -Do not Cry. I was sad, but that was because I had a cold and my eyes were watering. That you were dying in front of me did not cause it. Nothing can make me cry, Mrs. King. He winked at me and I laughed.

"If I agree to do it, would you stop?" "Yes." She replied almost immediately. "Fine. I'll try tonight. Back to you." With one last suspicious squint at me, she nodded. "I'd ask. So about my story, we made out, passed the first base to the second, and by the time we were about to cross to the third, he stopped." "Why?" "I began to cry." I frowned confused, "Like actually shed tears and cry?" "Yeah... water pooling at my eyes, streaming down my face, crying."

I was crying and I didn't want him to see me like this. "Baby please don't cry.” Milo cooed. “Lindy no. Please do not cry out of this petty reason.” I continued wiping my tears away and smiled at him. "I'm fine. I just miss you so much and everything else is adding up." "I want you to know that even if I cannot tell the world about you and about us just yet, just always remember that I love you.” I nod. “I'm going to tell you a knock knock joke to cheer you up." he blurted getting all pumped up.

I suddenly remembered what my Mommy told me before. ‘A woman should never cry over a man. Because real man won’t make you cry, if that man loves you he won’t make you cry. If you’re going to cry, it’s not because he hurt you, it’s because he made you happy and that’s what they called tears of joy.’

The problem is also storming. I always remembered all her advice. In love, you have many choices, but friend, it’s just one and it won’t leave you in tears. “I thought a friend would never leave and not be left in tears, oh Martha? I really hurt so much, Mother Martha.” "All right, you cry over that first, Sweetie, I'm just always here and ready to sympathize with you," she said slightly rubbing my back. When I stopped crying I resumed the storytelling from last night that I went into a bar to drink and forget. I even confessed all my crazy moves, as what happened to me and to that stranger. I hid nothing, I revealed everything while crying.

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.

The genre is Romance. You may do it at home and send me the story via email. Here's my email address: Jaime_Tejedor@storyandlife.com Regards, Jaime Tejedor I'm shocked by what I read, and I slightly panic. I need to create a story with a ten thousand word count! But I can't do that, and the deadline is tomorrow! What to do! I look at the clock, and it's already 10 pm! OMG! PLEASE SAVE ME!

I wanted to tidy up myself, but I avoided bending down as much as possible. As I sat alone, munching on rice cakes and watching the Taiwanese movie "Man in Love," tears filled my eyes. The story's depth and the characters' emotions resonated deeply with me, reflecting my own experiences and struggles. Scene after scene, I found myself overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. The story of this movie is so deeply touching, you can learn many lessons from it.