Story Make You Cry Novels & Stories

She sniffles. A stray tear rolls down her cheek, I wipe it off and my heart clenches. "I hate seeing you cry. Baby, I can't proceed with the story if it's causing you pain." It's not worth it if she's going to feel bad and cry. Those motherfuckers do not deserve her tears. "N-no I'm sorry. It's just hard for me to imagine what you must have been through." She places her hand on my thigh and I place my hand on her hand.

I didn’t think so, my clenched fist flew and landed on his face. His eyes go wide. “You’re fired, you sick bitch,” he growled. My eyes bulged wide. I wanted to get on my knees and beg. My rent was expiring. I also needed to pay for my mother’s medication. But I would rather lick the floor of that toilet I was washing than beg this bastard. I also knew what he’d tell me to do if I were to plead. I clenched my fist and headed to the door. I paused before leaving. I didn’t feel satisfied, so I turned around.

I make her look up by touching her chin with my thumb and finger "And why so?" "Because I cry. It's a date and I ruin it" "Babyy...it's our emotions and I'm happy that you trust me for showing your tears. We didn't cry before strangers, we cried with people whom we trusted. So thankyou it's best date ever"

Anita was already dabbing her eyes with her sleeve. Even Edmund, that knight with the perpetually stony face, cleared his throat like he’d swallowed a rock. “It’s not fair,” Anita whispered. “Why do all your stories make us cry?” “It’s art,” I teased gently. “Tragedy sticks. Happy endings... not so much.” “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” Norma countered, wiping under her eye and still managing to sass. “Happy endings stick. Especially if there’s a kiss. Or five.”

"You are the best thing that happened to my life. You brought out the happiness inside me that no one else could bring it out. You brought out the best version of me that no one else could make me do so. You made me do things that I have never done before, but to you only. Clyone, you made everything in me enchantic. You are the very very very best moment in my life that I will treasure ever. Baby, don't cry with mucus on. It's disgusting." Despite of my face being soaked with my own tears and myself letting out silent sobs, I couldn't help, but laugh after of what you said. You just won't let me cry in peace, will you? You always break the drama with your puns. Geeze. I cannot with you.

This whole situation was the final nail in my coffin as I blurt everything out in a stammering voice, “p-please don’t throw me out! I p-promise it w-won’t happen again! I’ll k-keep my feelings in check! A-anything! I d-didn’t m-mean to f-fall in love w-with you!” Kain is silent for a moment as he listens to me. I can’t stand to look at him anymore. I cover my face with my hands, sobbing into them as I wait for Kain’s ultimate and heart-shattering rejection.

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

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.

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.