Strawberry Tears Novels & Stories

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

I looked like a woman who had been crying, which after all was exactly what I was, and the fact that the tears were real — genuinely, horrifyingly real — made the whole thing worse. Because Lily McCutchen did not cry real tears. I cried strategic tears, calibrated tears, which appeared at optimal moments and dried the instant they had served their purpose. I have been doing it since I was seven years old, when I discovered that a well-timed sob could get me out of trouble faster than any apology, and I have spent the subsequent two decades refining the technique into an art form. But these tears were not strategic. They were not calibrated. They were the tears of a woman who had just watched

Strawberry. That was enough for me to shove him off and take a step back away from him. His eyes fluttered open and he looked every bit confused. “No.” I did not even attempt to hide the hurt in my voice when I said, “I could taste her on your lips.” Without waiting for his response, I ran up the two flights of stairs and locked the door behind me. I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes. I told myself multiple times not to cry but the damned tears slid down my cheeks anyway.

I muttered to myself. My heart ached and a tear rolled down my cheek. I angrily wiped it off and continued staring at the ground. Another tear slipped down and dropped to the ground and I couldn't control it anymore. The tears began to drip. “Hey.” Her soft voice broke me out of it and I looked up. He was with her too and instead of making fun of me like I thought he would, he stretched out his hand, offering me something. “Strawberry milk?” My lips quivered and more tears spilled from my eyes. I got up and ran into her open arms, burying my head into her neck.

I could never thank her enough. Strawberry sighed and nodded again, waiting for grandmother to leave which she did in a minute. Strawberry tried to lift her gown but when I noticed, I helped her do it and held Luca with her, she put her nipple in his mouth and closed her eyes as if she felt embarrassed of me. She looked deep in thought and I couldn’t hold myself back from asking the reason. “Are you okay, strawberry? I hope the stitches aren’t hurting a lot,” I asked kindly, she turned her gaze at me.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

“But the price was never truly paid.” Alex’s eyes darkened. “So it kept taking.” Michael nodded. “Yes. And if we don’t stop it, it’ll keep taking—forever.” The Vineyard Strikes Back The ground beneath them lurched. Lily gasped as the earth trembled violently, throwing them off balance. Vines shot up from the ground, fast and aggressive, lashing toward them like whips. Alex barely dodged one as it snapped where he had been standing. “MOVE!” Emilia screamed as a vine wrapped around her ankle, yanking her backward.

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.

Surrendering. My tears bursted, and I let it stream down my face. I guess it's not that greedy if I let Dad see the real me. The other side of me that I've been hiding for years. I am weak, wreck and broken. My chest was hurting and all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes hurt and my heart bleeds. It was the only thing that strengthened me. It's where I hope for the pain to subside. L "I saw him. I saw him this morning, princess. I saw him in your house with another woman. L I wanted to surprise you. But—Fuck!"

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his