Story Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

The tears were that of pain, regret and heartache. They say men don't cry. That's a very wrong concept because men do cry. When it gets to a point when the pain becomes too difficult to bear, strong men do break down in tears. I can vividly remember a book, Mira and I read together about a year ago. The book was titled, The Better Place. It was written by a sixteen year old female writer. I could vividly recall the scene where the male lead, who was not only a businessman, but also the CEO of a multimillionaire international organization, broke down in tears after he lost his precious daughter to sickle cell anemia.

I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life? Wow, that sounds adventurous. How awesome is that to finally escape reality? I’d probably read it. Of course, I’ll read it! I want to live in my imaginations and I can relate to the main character! If that’s the case, then I’ll make my story count! I just hope that the drastic change won’t come sooner. I have to build that rising action. Train like the karate kid or some shit just to look badass. Ok. That’s decided then. I closed my eyes and smiled in content. Happy with the newfound motivation.

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

And I’ll be here, showing up for you, because you showed up for me. So pour your coffee. Re-read that scene. Send it to a friend. Cry. Scream. Laugh. Obsess. Let yourself feel. Because this story? It’s not just mine anymore. It’s ours. With all my love, — O.J

“No! I-I won’t.” “Hm-” Tamor grabbed my chin and gazed straight into my soul. “Too bad, I may consider going easier on you if only you cry now,” he smirked. When he saw I won’t burst into tears: “Good. None of your enemies will ever be stopped by tears or weakness. None of them will ever go easy on you. So, stand up and use your brain as well.” “Yes, daddy,” I said, spiting the blood from my mouth.

“No! No ! No ! I don’t believe that’s at all, I am not in any way convinced of what you are saying. Who on earth does this which you have just done? ‘Crying like a baby.’ I can’t believe in whatever story you are about to tell me , neither am I sure that there is any story that could convince me on, I am trying to assume the whole thing but, I cannot just seem to figure anything out, How can a matured and mentally stabilized man cries due to a story like this? L

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

he asked again. I shook my head again. "Then what exactly happened?" Kenan took my hand and held it tightly. I couldn't say it, only tears slowly fell down my cheeks. Kenan wiped my tears with his fingers. "I will kill anyone who dares to make you cry, just tell me what happened," Kenan said quietly. That is you! You're the one! You are making me very hurt! "Kenan," I called very softly. "Yeah?" "Someone told me a sad story, it hit me so hard then I fainted," I said slowly.