Novel & Cerita Strawberry Tears

Still rolled. She blinked. “Your husband? Is he sick?” I nodded, distracted. “Kind of. I mean, he says he’s fine, but he’s clearly not. Bruises, cuts—he won’t even say how it happened.” Something shifted in her expression. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small glass bottle with some kind of clear liquid in it. She held it out to me. “Here,” she said. “This’ll help.” I looked at it. “Uh… what is it?”

At the last second, a surge of raw strength rushed through me. I willed the sunflower bouquet from the grave and sent it flying straight into Jayden's gun hand. A gunshot rang out. The bullet plowed into the dirt. I let out a long breath. Jayden stared at the sunflowers that had just hit him, looking almost confused, like he couldn't figure out how a bunch of flowers had managed to throw themselves at him. Then, his eyes lit up. "Kat, is that you?"

Every time it feels like dying all over again. Tears slip down my cheeks. I close my eyes, waiting for it. Instead, after a long silence, I feel a hand brush my skin. Not harsh, not punishing, but soft. My eyes fly open, and Festar is staring down at me with an expression I cannot comprehend. His thumb moves slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears. His eyes glisten, heavy with something I do not expect—sadness.

After the wedding ended, Eric and I returned to the Grayson residence. Just as we arrived at the gate, I noticed Judd standing not far away, holding a wine glass and staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. I ignored him and turned to talk to Eric. A gust of wind caught the hair at the nape of my neck and blew it aside to reveal a faint burn scar. The moment Judd saw it, his face fell. His glass hit the floor with a loud clatter and spilled wine everywhere. Ignoring Megan's attempts to stop him, he rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His voice shook as he demanded, "Julie… where did you get that scar on your nape?"

I say, leaning over to gently lick the strawberry juice off her nipple. “She likes that,” she gasps, her fingers going into my hair and tugging slightly. I growl softly and take longer than I’d planned sucking on her nipple before pulling off. I take the strawberry between my teeth and lean forward, offering for her to bite the other half. When she does, I begin kissing her, chewing the strawberry out of my way but letting the taste of Cyra mingle with the taste of the strawberry.

"You're vile! How could you even think of letting my sister marry an idiot like him?!" I pressed my palm to my burning cheek, tears welling up in my eyes. However, I refused to back down, tilting my head up and looking straight into his eyes. "Let's get a divorce."

He asked in tears Tears has started rolling on my cheeks too I couldnt control the tears "Lily, do you love me?" He asked again "Yes, I really do love you," I replied breaking into more tears "Thank you," He said and hugged me After some minutes, we unlocked from the hug and stared into each others eyes Gradually, we moved our lips closer to each other and in tears, we kissed Suddenly,. What happened?? . . . T.B.C

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Her cheeks are red and stained with tear tracks. Her lips are swollen and puffy and her bottom lip trembles as she fights back more tears. She’s never looked more kissable and I’d give anything for a hit of her sweet strawberry taste again. Her eyes drop to my mouth and I wonder if she wants the same thing. She wriggles around until she’s straddling my lap, her face inches from mine. Her ripe berry scent washes over me and I barely stifle a moan. My cock is harder than iron and I know she feels it pressing against her thigh.

She wipes away her tears, feeling grateful for this newfound love and companionship. The tears in her eyes looked like pearls in the light of the moon, and she was feeling complete today. Her eyes were closed, and then she felt that someone had wiped her tears. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Rafael , who was looking at her with a gentle smile on his face. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion as she realized how much he truly cared for her. In that moment, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—in his arms, under the moonlight, feeling loved and cherished.

I grabbed my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and scrolled through my playlist. A song started playing. Loud. I gripped the wheel, forcing my voice to be steady as I sang along, my lips moving on instinct. But then… My vision blurred. A hot tear slid down my cheek. I blinked rapidly, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming. I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, wiping my face harshly. But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell.