Novel & Cerita Strawberry Tears

I flipped my phone over, screen facedown on the table. I went back to the cornetto. Powdered sugar dusted my fingertips, then smeared onto my lips. I took another bite. The sweetness hit my tongue, but something salty followed it. A single drop fell onto the plate. It bled into the strawberry jam, creating a small pattern no one had asked for. I blinked quickly, swallowing hard. The second tear landed on the back of my hand. The skin went cold where it hit. I picked up the napkin Giancarlo had left, pretending I was just wiping my mouth, when really I was swiping at the corners of my eyes.

she said with a pitiful smile then left, leaving me to stare at the mirror, and before I knew it, I broke down in tears. "Hey!" Daniel's voice filled my ears before I could even begin to think to myself. "Remember you are still my mate. I can waltz in there and drag you out naked or clothed then do whatever I want to you. Hurry the fuck up and get out of there this instant!" He barked and I immediately wiped my tears, trying to use my hands to cover my nakedness before heading to the door. Immediately I opened the door, I didn't meet his gaze, but I could feel his eyes peeling off these clothes from my skin, and the feeling of it made me want to throw up.

She was utterly terrified by Tobey's menacing demeanor. Tobey studied her tear-streaked face. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really do look beautiful when you cry." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, and Chelsea let out a muffled whimper as the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. The pain from his bite made her eyes well up even more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I love watching you cry," Tobey said darkly. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he yanked her head back. Her eyes were red, and tears kept streaming down her face. But her entire face was wet, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

However, this time, I walked out of the car. I looked at Sasha on the ground and retorted, "Don't you know we're in a free country? Why do you keep kissing up like that?" Sasha was moving stiffly, switching from being on her knees to sitting on the ground. She sobbed and said, "I just had a miscarriage, Ms. Cooper. I have no strength in my legs." I replied, "The ground is too cold for you to sit on. Stand up and talk to me." Tears rolled down Sasha's cheeks as she stood up before me, humiliated. "I'm up now, Ms. Cooper."

****************************** Her tears has the power to make him kill the reason of her tears and her smile has the power to make his anger melt in a second. **************************

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

She woke up and heard someone near her crying softly. Almost like they were trying not to cry. Her mind was hazy and she tried to think of what had happened. Where was she? Why was she here? Who is crying? " Please....Please don't hate me." Came a very soft gentle voice. Then it was gone and so was the crying. The whole room was now silent.

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

She then teleports to her room and slams the door shut. Morgan squats on the floor, raffling his hair. Her words feel like swords, making his heart bleed. Subconsciously, tears roll down from the edges of his eyes, turning them red. After some time, he runs to the kitchen, takes out several wines from the wine cellar, and chugs them greedily and nonstop.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn