Tearjerker Books Novels & Stories

Alice had gone and Kendall wasn't back yet. I sighed as I looked at the Intensive Care Unit Josh was rushed to. I brought out the book the address was written. I wish he didn't see this book. Even after everything, we didn't get any clue and Josh even got hurt. A tear dropped from my eyes onto the book which I was holding. I looked at the book as if it was the cause of all mystery as I tore it into pieces with annoyance. I stepped and trampled on it after tearing it apart.

Johnson said from the front of the classroom. After this announcement, she began to go over anything new happening with the pack and anything upcoming for the school. Alice barely paid any attention to what was being said. Instead, her thoughts went to her work schedule for today and the training she had to do. Like everyone else in the pack, they wanted them to at least have defense skills. But cause her dad was a warrior he wanted her to know a bit more than that. On her way to her next class, she noticed people staring and laughing at her. Until her other best friend Lewis came over and pulled a piece of paper off the back of her shirt she had no idea was there. On it said “ Donations Nee

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

I gripped the edge of the script, my knuckles white, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I killed someone.” Ruben froze, his face blank. My voice broke as the tears spilled. “I took another person’s life.” Ruben stunned silence filled the room, his eyes locked on me, as the truth I had been running from finally shattered the air between us.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

"Does that scare you?" "Terrifies me." He said it plainly, no performance in it, the kind of honesty he hadn't let himself offer anyone in a very long time. "I spent ten years believing I understood the worst thing that ever happened to me. Finding out I didn't even have the whole story once already tonight, and hearing there might be more sitting underneath it, it's like standing on ground I thought was solid and feeling it shift again."