Tear Jerker Story Novels & Stories

Her body temperature is rising and I need her to keep going. "Go on," I say in encouragement. She won't even look at me. "I can't," I barely hear her above her whisper. "You have to." "The one guy, Jace, ripped my underwear down. And then the guy Brady came over and said he gets first dibs. He said something about their boss wanted me alive, not untouched. He shoved into me hard and I started to bleed. It was so painful. I had never even been touched by a guy or kissed. He kept going until he was done," She pauses as she relives that moment. Her tears are continuous and my anger builds. I feel like I am going to errupt. I thought that was the end of the story. But I was so wrong.

“I don't know how I let my mother's stupid idea get a hold of me." When he delicately touched me, I let him, but I continued to let the tears fall. “I'm a jerk and you deserve to hate me but please don't," he started to gently wipe the wetness off my cheeks with his finger. "I cannot tell you how terrible I feel right now and how sorry I am." When I looked up at him, his eyes were so sad, he looked like he was on the brink of tears as well. It was the deciding factor to put an end to my act. I had gotten what I wanted.

It’s stinging like a double-edged sharp blade piercing through the delicate walls of my heart. I also didn’t mean to, but I can not even tell when tears started rolling from my eyes. I have two savage streams which I know wiping will be just but a waste of energy. I let them flow as I gawk at this stupid jerk who seems like he heard the most lurid thing in his entire life. Why? He didn’t think I would remember what they did to me back then? “Killed?” He wavers in an extremely faint whisper hauled from his throat.

This made me irrationally angry and I nearly ripped the door off its hinges as I pulled it open. Will's eyes are wide as he stares at me “I know you won’t be happy boss, but just look” Will gestured to TJ, looking down she was actually asleep. Will’s trouser legs were soaked from her tears. All my years of knowing TJ she had never really cried and yet since she had come out of hospital, all she did was cry, her emotions were in complete overdrive.

“No! I-I won’t.” “Hm-” Tamor grabbed my chin and gazed straight into my soul. “Too bad, I may consider going easier on you if only you cry now,” he smirked. When he saw I won’t burst into tears: “Good. None of your enemies will ever be stopped by tears or weakness. None of them will ever go easy on you. So, stand up and use your brain as well.” “Yes, daddy,” I said, spiting the blood from my mouth.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

The thought of her under me instead of Kylie made me finish faster and harder than I ever had before. I was getting rock hard again. I knew I had to leave before anyone noticed. I grabbed my black leather jacket and put it on. “I’m out. I need to get my wounds fixed,” I said as I walked out, my hands in my pockets, adjusting my pants to hide my hard-on. “Fuck,” I groaned the moment I stepped outside, reaching down to fix myself. This was fucking embarrassing. Getting hard at the thought of your fucking stepsister, you had better control than this, Alec.

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

In the meantime, at the James Group, Vivica was sobbing sorrowfully in her lover’s embrace. She looked at him with tear-stained, bloodshot eyes, and she cried, “My love, I went to my family hospital to have your janitor wife fired, but her supervisor protected her. I couldn’t believe my ears when my own brother demanded that I apologise to a mere supervisor right in front of the staff and patients. I have never felt so humiliated and embarrassed, my love.”

"I read your letter again." My eyes stung. "You were really annoying in that." A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away immediately. Then another appeared. And another. Apparently tears traveled in packs. Just like wolves. Once one arrived, the others were never far behind. Just like wolves. "I keep thinking I'm doing okay." My voice cracked. "Then something happens." The tears came faster now. "I hear a joke." I sniffled. "Or I see somebody training." Another tear. "Or somebody says something that sounds like you."