Tearjerker Books Novels & Stories

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

The second she hung up, it felt like my chest had been hollowed out and filled with ice. That's when it hit me—I'd been played the whole time. Her promises to save my money? Total lies. From the start, she'd planned to use my savings for Chad's house. That night, I cried until I physically couldn't anymore. Then I begged, borrowed, and scrambled until I finally scraped together the ten grand I needed for treatment. The next five years were absolute hell. The pain was relentless, gnawing at me every night, leaving me clutching my pillow just to keep from screaming.

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.

The book is making cracking and popping sounds. As I rush over to the fireplace, my hand reaches for the book, but the intense searing on my hand causes me to wrench my arm back, keeping it against my chest. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch it scrunch into nothing. Ash falling to the bottom of the fireplace. I feel a warm hand come into touch with mine, pulling it away from my chest, while they run their fingers over the source of the pain, causing me to recoil back. I hear a sigh before being lifted off the floor by hands, corridors passing me by in a haze owing to my crying.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

Tears are just an indication that I'm in pain. "Raven, you don't have to do things like that! It's your whole life that we are talking about. This is not a joke, and—my gosh—you made it for eight years?" Beri wrapped her mouth with her hands, because she really can't believe the struggles I have been through. "Who was that?" Suddenly Neri asked. I quickly looked at the direction of her eyes, and there I saw a sexy and sophisticated lady talking to Zeb's dad.

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.

Like being hit in the head with a hammer, her survival instincts made her senses work at full capacity. She began to analyze based on what was in front of her, from bed sheets to men, it was not difficult to guess what was going on. Rian's eyes widened, fingers digging into bleeding flesh. What happened last night, she only slept for one night. Maybe it was a fatal weakness, she was too tired to let her guard down, even regret it. -My first time… is that so…. Strangely, in such a state she couldn't shed a single tear. Maybe it was the mentality and habits that were trained long before the incident that Rian only thought of a solution.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"