Tear Jerker Story Novels & Stories

The way Kieran had turned his back on him like he was nothing. The way he'd offered me his arm like I was the only person in the world. The way his hand felt on my thigh. The way his cum was still drying on my lips. It was too much. It was all too much and I'd been holding it together with wire and tape and sheer stubbornness for three years and the wire just snapped. The first tear came out hot. Then another. And another. And another. And then I was crying. I was crying for me.

“Oh, please, spare me your words. How did I suddenly become your sister? Why do you find pleasure in lies, Jeri? Can't you just focus on your life and let people be? What's wrong with you?" Jeri couldn't hold back the tears she had been suppressing for a long time as she finally let them trickle down her cheeks and onto the marble floor, her entire body shivering. She thought her sorrow would end the moment she presented the recorder to Darien and his parents, unaware that it would cause her more troubles, as Aysel told her when they met. Indeed, Aysel wasn't kidding when she said those words.

I can't any longer play. My hands are looking for some hard thing that would support me cause I know, one more step, I would collapse. And just like what I predicted, I was out of balance sliding to the place where I stand when luckily jerk was in the right time to catch me. I looked at him and the tears that I've been holding fall endlessly. " it's over... I've been replaced. My secret is out" Jerk give me a pitiful face before hugging me, caressing my back to comfort me. " everything gonna is alright"

“I understand.” He eased up, and said, “Besides, if I break my leg trying, I would become a liability to you, and I know you’d run away after day two.” “What?” I gasped, laughing so hard the risotto nearly slid the wrong way down my throat. I choked, coughed violently, and Jeremy immediately pushed his water toward me, alarmed. “Slow down, Tey—” I drank the water, still laughing as tears gathered in my eyes. Just then—A throat cleared before us. Sharply. Deliberately.

I said allowing a tear to slide away from my eyes. Tiana and Tiffany looked at each other, unsure they were hearing me well, or maybe they thought I had gone crazy "I know what I am saying. Those people are bad and ...." the tears flowed more and Tiana patted my back. "Shhhhh, it's fine" she said, soothing me so I wouldn't go into another long minutes of crying. "Tell us what happened, why the drastic decision?" she asked. I gave her a faint smile when I remembered how and what they said. I breathed in and out, ready to tell my story.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

I try to think of how to describe it. “Like someone’s tapping from the other side of a wall. Or like—I don’t know. Like there’s actually someone in there.” “There is someone in there,” Jeremy says softly, and his eyes come up to meet mine. “A whole person. With fingers and toes and—” His voice catches and he has to stop. I watch a tear slide down his cheek and he doesn’t wipe it away, doesn’t seem to notice it’s there. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know why I’m—”

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

droplets of tears rolled down her face to her cheek as she spoke. “Sometimes family is not just blood, those people close to you that care about you are also your family. Look around you, these are your family.” Jeremy explained to Nicole, “So don’t you dare she’d those tear, you are tough. Now clean up those tears and get even tougher, the world was never easy and even now it isn’t easy, it would never be.” He explained to her, he walked close enough and wiped her little tears with his thumb.