Novel & Cerita Tears For Fears Now

After crying for a while, he looked up with a strange glint in his eyes. "Julie, come with me and let me make up for you! "I know about a disaster that's going to hit your father soon. If you come with me, I can help him avoid it!" Seeing his near-delirium, I let out a cold laugh. "Come with you, so you can fake your death again and abandon your wife and parents just to live your best life?" Judd's smile froze on his face before it slowly turned into pure horror. "A-Are you reborn, too?"

The tears I was shedding were two fold: happiness for Tess was back and fear because of Alex. "Mason? Where is Alex?" Tessa asked and I looked at her and held her gaze. Her eyes were red. Scarlet.

tears finally escaping my eyes He looks at me with an eloquent look choosing to completely ignore my tears coldly saying, “Now is better. I was hoping you would do something so brave. Something bold. Because now you're an equal. You're someone who dares. Who knows what she wants. Who bites the bullet. NOW Strip!!! I look at him with terror. He calmly says, “You already have. Get undressed in front of me.”

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he breathed, nuzzling her ear, slightly light-headed from her nearness, her scent. “I can’t,” she choked out. Then she burst into tears. Shit. Completely freaked, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, until her head rested in the hollow of his shoulder and she more or less collapsed against him. “Don’t,” he begged. “Baby, I’m the oldest of three boys. I can handle a fist to the face, an elbow to the ribs, even a flying tackle. But a woman’s tears? They scare me, straight to the bone.” His confession provoked a quick little hug from her, but the waterworks continued unabated. The way she shook in his arms, the misery in her quiet sobs, simply ripped him apart.

Pathetic. Her voice echoed in my head. A chorus of laughter followed. My chest tightened. “I wasn’t… I …” “You weren’t what?” Zylia folded her arms and tilted her head. Her lips curved into something far from a smile, a little grin. “You’re not going to bring your misfortune here and ruin our night…again.” I opened my mouth but no words came out. Omegas didn’t argue. Omegas bowed, scraped, endured. Hot tears built up in my eyes, but if it dropped, I was doomed. I won’t hear the last of it.

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

Her fingers lightly brushed against my neck, careful not to ruin the makeup she had spent so long doing, as she gently turned my face toward her. “You are young, okay? And for people like us, we never really know what the future will look like. So when you get a chance like this, you take it.” Her expression softened even more. “Tonight, you walk in there like the absolute prize you are.” My throat tightened instantly. I felt tears begin to sting my eyes, forcing me to quickly look away before they ruined everything. “You’re going to make me cry and ruin my makeup,” I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

Taehyung's knuckles were raw, slick with crimson, but his breathing remained steady, controlled—rage honed into deadly precision. I lay there, curled into a fetal position on the bed, clutching the remnants of my torn dress around my exposed skin. Tears streamed unchecked down my face, my body shaking uncontrollably. The fear from moments ago lingered, a toxic residue that made my stomach churn, but now it mixed with a new dread: Taehyung's fury. Would he turn it on me? Blame me for this intrusion, for not fighting harder? For existing as his weakness?

“Is everything alright?” I don’t answer. I walk straight toward the backstage area, my heels moving faster now, pulse climbing with every step. I push past the doors and head directly to the room assigned to my crew. The moment I enter, fear greets me. Panic is written across every face. Eyes fixed on one side of the room. My chest tightens as I move closer, my hand reaching for the curtain. I push it aside. And there it is. Our statement outfit for tonight. Torn. Shredded. Reduced to fabric and seams scattered across the floor. A few other standout pieces lie beside it, ruined beyond quick repair.