Strawberry Tears Novels & Stories

To be snapped at so harshly in front of Butler Stewart, who had just been treating her like the future lady of the house, was a humiliating blow to her pride. Her hands gripped the soft fabric of Brooklyn's pyjamas as she forced a fragile smile, trying to play the victim, and she stammered, her voice dropping into a soft, wounded whisper as she blinked back manufactured tears, “I... I am sorry, my love. I didn't mean to upset you. I just missed you, and my own clothes felt so cold this morning. I thought... well, I thought it wouldn't matter since we are going to be together anyway.”

SCARLETT Leaning against the shower wall, I feel the tears streaming down my face, hot and relentless. My hand instinctively clamps over my mouth in a feeble attempt to muffle my sobs, but they still spill through unabated. I can’t seem to stop crying, and I don’t know how long I’ve been here. All I know is that I can’t get out until the tears subside, but that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.

Overwhelmed with emotions, tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Caught in the mesmerizing moment, Adams glanced at Clara, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. The sight of her tears tugged at his heart. Clara was taken aback by her own tears. She couldn't fully explain why she was crying, but it felt like the most genuine and raw expression of her overwhelming happiness and connection in that very moment. As the tears cascaded down her face, Adams, still playing the piano, leaned closer and tenderly kissed each tear away. His gesture spoke volumes of his love and understanding.

“Kept thinking about a certain woman in a slipping robe. And the way she sounded when she admitted she was thinking about my hand moving higher.” Heat rushed to my face and between my legs. I crossed my legs slowly, pressing my thighs together. “Good. I was hoping you’d lose some sleep over me.” Reid’s watched me bite into a strawberry. Juice ran down my lip. I wiped it with my finger and sucked it clean, holding his gaze the whole time. “You’re dangerous in daylight too,” he said. I smiled innocently. “It’s just breakfast. Eggs, bacon, coffee… and me with nothing under this slip.”

My pulses started to throb in my temple, Hurt welled in my eyes in the shape of tears. 'There's nothing to cry about. We weren't friends, lovers or anything. It hurts so much. He just walked away. A little talk won't hurt him.' My eyes swam with tears. I twirled and climbed down the stairs. I glanced at the floor and blinked my eyes, making the tears fall. DASTIEN

Tears formed in the corner of my eyes because I couldn't stand the cold anymore. “Ahh!” I was surprised when he pushed another again. I touched my vagina and helped him open my hole even more, to ease the pain. I needed to get my prize! My tears were already dripping because of the freezing. I got even weaker as I caught my breath. I pushed his stomach so that he would stop— but at the same time, I wanted the prize!

I don't know how many steaks I ate, but when I was satisfied, I realized I only had one more. Then Victor put juice in front of me and the strongest smell indicates that there's something else, it looks like silver and I immediately realize that it's Selene's Tears. I took a deep breath and picked it up, trembling slightly. After all, I don't want to feel the pain of yesterday, but I have to take it. I closed my eyes and swallowed the juice in one go, my throat burning and my heart racing, as if it wanted to explode inside my chest. Victor quickly took the glass from my hand and pulled me onto his lap, stroking my hair affectionately, while at the same time giving my face and neck soft kisse

My tears blurred my vision. “Please—” I cried. “You're so pretty, Can't wait to see how you taste.” He laughed as his hands circled round my face. My breath ceased in disgust. He grabbed my boobs through my lace bra. Tears blurred my vision as I struggled helplessly, my cries filling the empty building. And then— SLAM!!

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

This is me owning up to my shi9t and trying to work past it, so we have a future. Ana nods and I see tears forming. Fu8ck, what do I do with that? I wipe at her eyes with my thumbs. "Don't cry, sweetheart. Why are you crying? No, no, no. Stop baby, I'm sorry I won't say it again, whatever it is, just please don't cry." I'm starting to panic because her tears keep flowing. Between small sobs she says the sweetest thing. "These are happy tears, Oscar, mi amor. Te amo."