Tear Jerker Story Novels & Stories

“Told the girls you weren’t interested.” “My dear boy, I would have loved to. Loved to! But I’m such a sucker for a tug on the old heartstrings. You should have heard the story they told about loves lost and desperate yearnings. And when the little one burst into tears, well, I’m not made of stone.” “I bet you regret that now,” I said.

NINA No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the tears. They kept falling. I silently wiped them away as I carefully poured water over his other shoulder away from the left side where he was hurt. Jeremiah stayed still, relaxed back against the lip of the tub, letting me do all the work because I insisted. When I moved in front of him, his grey eyes met mine and I knew he could see my tears. He shook his head as he murmured, "Are you going to keep crying like this, lisichka?"

I ran my fingers through them with the tears pooling in my eyes. I would not cry, I said over and over, shaking my head. I could not believe I had clothes which I could freely wear, clothes that I could call my own. The first tear dropped as I bent to wear the jeans. They went up but got stuck on my hips. They were small. I jumped over and over, not willing to take them off. I jumped over until my hands burned but I did not give up. They finally slipped through my hips, nearly sweating, tears gone as I heaved.

I break down into sobs after hearing her name. "Hey- What happened?!" Jer shouts. I cry so hard that I lose the grip on my phone and it falls down with a thud. Drew picks it up and embraces me while telling Jer all the details. He already briefed his family about it and it's the third time I broke into tears. He holds me and ends the phone call. "Hush. it's alright. Don't hold back your tears. Cry as much as you want to.It's okay, you are hurt. I understand you." He says and rubs my back in a soothing manner.

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.

I suddenly found some tears welled up in my eyes as the scene kept on getting replayed over and over in my head, I got on my feet and walked over to the big-sized mirror. I looked at my reflection, at the tears streaming down my face, my heart suddenly hurt so badly that I found more tears streaming down my face “Could he still be in love with his first love, Tara?” Different thoughts kept coming to my head but what could I do other than cry my heart out A knock suddenly landed on my door and I instantly knew Yara was back, I wiped off the tears in my eyes in a hurry before instructing her in.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

With that harsh realization, emotion rattled in his chest, exploded inside him. Damn, he hated this shit, but he couldn’t stop it. The sting of tears attacked his eyes with the subtlety of an ice pick. Then they were falling and wouldn’t stop. Deke drew in great big lungfuls of air, trying to get on top of the tears and shove them back inside. But his breath stuttered as he tried to inhale. He closed his eyes as liquid heat poured down his face and he gripped Kimber’s hand in his.

I let myself bask in it all and reminded myself that I really deserved this, just like Flynn had said. I walked toward Jeremiah on legs that shook slightly. He reached out and cupped my face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “If I had known this was how you were going to react, I wouldn’t have done any of this.” He kept wiping at the endless stream, then tossed a playful glare at Jacob. “Who am I kidding? You made her cry, you little shit.”

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.