Strawberry Tears Novels & Stories

A scheme designed to erase me from his life. Familiar laughter drifted through the crack in the door. "Seriously, Liam, you've got guts," said Marcus, Liam's best friend. "How did you make those silver whip scars look so real?" Liam's expression was relaxed, a stark contrast to the agony he’d shown me. "Three days of drinking beast blood," Liam said casually. "Tastes like filth, but it works. Slows the healing, makes the wounds look legit. Like you really got your ass handed to you."

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.

princess : how many years you'll hide your tears from me mom me : what do you mean princess princess : I know you consider me as a kid still but do you think your kid can't notice your tears I know mom how every night you cries I used to think in childhood you got hiccups because you're thirsty but later I understood that those hiccups were not because of your thirst but because of your hidden tears am I wrong mom me : I think you misunderstood something princess princess : yeah mom because only four people know about your tears every night one you, two your pillow, three me and four that god as per the reason for your tears only two people knows one is you and other one is that god me : ple

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

Will she be able to ever forget this? Laying still like a doll under his huge frame she feels tears stream down her eyes remembering the scene few minutes ago. How they were ripping her clothes and squabbling as to who will be using her first? Realising her change in aura he draws back from the kiss to look straight into her dull teary eyes and he felt a pang in his chest. Something ripping to shreds inside him. Her tears doing something to him and before he could stop himself he dipped his kiss lower to kiss her tears. Making her come out of the reverie to stare at the man who said he only feels detest for her.

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

She stops crying and gets surprised about it trying to understand what it meant for her. Taking a drop of tear on her palms. She takes it to Vinixs cottage to search for what it meant in the spell book. After some minutes of careful research and findings. It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised.

Yannie Ace Ruiz My tears continue to flow unabated despite my efforts to hold them back. They persistently trickle down as I sit in a public jeepney. I'm aware that people are staring and talking about me because of my continuous crying. But I can't help but continue to shed tears because of the intense pain I'm feeling right now. I struggle to breathe, feeling the heaviness in my chest. Additionally, my heart burns as if someone is literally cutting it inside me. Just the other day, Josh and I were so happy. We were so happy that it felt like there was no limit to the joy in my heart. But now, I can't believe that in an instant, we've come to this. I never imagined that we would hurt each o

- Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. I traced the curvy words scrawled on the plain sheet with my fingers. My fingers ran over the once smooth page which was now rough due to my fresh tears. Suddenly I heard a low, faint voice. I wiped my tears and clumsily got up. I pushed through the curtains and saw none other than Noah. "Strawberry, open the window, quick!"

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.