Tear Jerker Story Novels & Stories

Her knees‌ felt we‌ak, not f‌rom‍ sic‌kness, no‍t fro⁠m exhaus⁠tion, but⁠ from something fa‍r deeper. Reality landing too fast‌. To‍o re‌a⁠l. Her breat⁠h ca‍me out‍ uneven. She pressed her hand to her‍ mouth, trying to hold somethi⁠ng in. ‍But it didn’t work. The⁠ first tear fell without warning. Then a⁠no‌ther. Then every‌thing broke open⁠ at once. S‍he⁠ wasn’t crying because she was unhappy.

He'd always find ways to make a song match to us no matter the circumstances. I could feel the eyes of the packs on us as he kissed my head and I clenched my eyes to keep the tears from falling but it was futile because when Jericho tightened his hold on me, it broke the damn. Tears fell from my eyes as my shoulders shook with each on that wrecked my body.

I wanted to revel in her tears, not of pain but of joy. “Don’t.” I warned her, and I could tell she was trying hard to hold back her sobs, knowing exactly what I meant. I don’t know how long we stayed that way in the parking lot, but her tears had long dried up when she pulled herself together and away from me. I sigh. “Don’t break down for just another one of the biggest jerks in this fucked-up school apart from Hunter Ysrael. It’s not worth it,” She snorts, getting rid of the tears she shed for that fuckface.

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I place shaking hands onto his bleeding wounds. “Jeremy, it’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna fix you up,” I cry as Jeremy’s eyes meet mine, his eye lids struggling to stay open. There’s blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as his hand comes up to caress my cheek. His face is contorted in pain, but he still manages to smile and look at me with all the love in the world. “D-Don’t let him see you cry, love,” he says, struggling to breathe.

Both of them sat down quietly with Jerome taking her hands in his. 'Tell me what happened,’ he urged her, wondering what could have happened to make her cry. He hoped no one dear to her had died. Anuri stuttered obviously in pain. ‘Ulo m gbara oku.’ Her tears spilled again. Jerome was shocked. 'Oh… no…' He held her shoulder patting her back. He let her cry. When her tears subsided, he gave her his white handkerchief to wipe her tears. 'Thank you,' she hiccupped.

Apparently, his boss borrowed her so he will be deducting the money every month from her salary "Mr Merra said And that's her boss, He added "Thank you so much son, we really appreciate that" "You are welcome ma, don't mention" Come here, Jack move closer to her and she rub her palm on his head, Jack eyes change to res and tears was about dropping from them Briana notice that, then Jack immediately excused himself and went out Briana followed him immediately, "Are you okay sir, " "Yes of course, "And what happen, why did your mood change when my mum touch your head"

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

It was all because of him. She lowered her head. Jacklyn could not see her eyes, only the clenched jaw and the single tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Jacklyn. I should've listened to you back then and just focused on acting." Harriet broke down completely, tears streaming unchecked like a faucet turned on.