Story Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

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

As the movie came to an end I sniffle and wipe the tears that were rolling down my eyes. "Why are you crying? You know the movie out of your head you said each line with the actors. How many times did you watch it?" He asked. "I think this was something like my hundredth time," I gave him a weak smile. "Wow, I thought Payton was overreacting," he says making me glare at him. "It's a beautiful love story. He loved her till the end. You know one day when we are old and I forget about you I hope you will tell me about our life together," I say wiping a tear.

Sarah nodded, she couldn't say a word, because Sarah's tears welled up, she covered her face and sobbed. Sarah cried so loudly, her cry was like a baby's. Sarah couldn't contain her emotions. For her, it was a huge shock. Layla watched Sarah's actions, she didn't know what to do but hug Sarah and comfort her. Layla's voice was softer, she said, "Alright. Everything is solvable. If you want to cry, cry, cry a lot. The person next to you is me, you don't have to be afraid, live with your feelings. Cry, cry a lot."

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

“Oh no.” I look back at the screen. The couple are breaking up in the rain. My throat tightens immediately. Ridiculous. It’s a movie. A very predictable movie. But suddenly my eyes burn. No. Absolutely not. I will not cry over fictional people in front of Ronan. Then the woman on screen says something about loving him enough to let him go. And I burst into tears. Everyone freezes. Cillian moves first. “Elena.” “I’m fine,” I say, immediately crying harder.

Loveth said in frustration. "Yes, there is something and there had been something," I raised my voice after her as tears trickled down my cheeks. I held her arm angrily and said further. "You wanna hear my story right? Right! Then I will tell you my story," I dropped her hand in frustration and turned my gaze to everyone else around the room, whom their faces filled with empathy towards me. "I will tell you the damn story. Just tell me then, If you were in my shoes, what would you have done to the person who is responsible for –" my tongue stuck in my voice. "For the state you are in now. Your tears, your scars, your pains, your nightmare!" My voice echoed around the house.

I fell down on the ground, bowing my head while bursting into tears. “Take this seriously or you won’t have a bright future ahead.” Those words echoed in my head and I can’t help it but to cry in frustration and despair. -THE END- Hello, everyone! It’s me, Tan Jiro Alvez. Before anything else, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for reading this story of mine and reaching this far. Thank you very much! I don’t know how to thank you enough for giving this story a chance. I admit that this story is full of flaws so please feel free to tell the things I need to improve on this one. You can message me via my social media accounts and we can be friends there.

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.

After crying for a while, she put on a strong face and wore the dress because she had to attend the class. It wasn't easy for her, so she went to her library to get something to distract her mind. "And there you're." She talked to herself, grabbing a book. 'The history of the Lycan.' She wiped her tears again, which were rolling out of her eyes again and again. 'It's okay, Liara. It's okay to cry.' She consoled herself and recalled a famous line by someone, 'Pain makes you stronger. Tears make you braver. Heartbreak makes you wiser. So, thank the past for a better future.' . #TBC

Like I was already out. I tightened my grip on the file. “No,” I whispered to myself. “Angel, think.” I took a deep breath. Storytelling. What is storytelling? It is not just selling a product. It is making people feel something. It is making them believe. It is making them see themselves. I closed my eyes briefly. A story. I need a story. Not just words. A story. My fingers tightened around the file. “I can do this,” I whispered. Even though fear was still there.