Tears For Fears Now Novels & Stories

I feel hot tears running down my cheeks. “He can’t live, Darius. I won’t be able to sleep knowing he is out there alive. We have to find him,” my voice is clear and steady. But I know Darius can sense my fear through our bond. “We will find him. Trust me. I want nothing more than to string him up like a human pinata and beat the shit out of him until his insides burst out,” I snort at the visual. His eyes soften as he continues to caress my cheeks with his calloused hands.

" A few tears roll down his face, but he makes no movement to wipe them away or look away from me. My heart feels like there are a thousand needles being inserted to it, every inch of it being stabbed. I'm at a loss of words, so I just stare into his eyes, registering every emotion out in the open for me to see. Anguish, love, heartbreak, and fear. All of them just swim in the tears in his eyes. I don't say anything. Instead, I just cup his face and kiss every inch of it, his tears salty on my tongue, but I don't stop. After an eternity, I finally rest my forehead against his. His tears have stopped, and his eyes are closed. I know for a fact that he isn't fully better, but he's holding on t

It would probably be better if it turned out to be a movie, then there would be a greater chance that a policeman or other daredevil would appear, who is not afraid of the murderer. - Help me... Somebody save me...- she tried to scream, but could not let out anything but a pleading whisper, her throat tightened with fear completely.- "Oh God... Save me, please."- at the same time in her mind Ye Eun prayed as fervently as she never did in relatively short time of her twenty-two years of life. Before her eyes the memories began to fly: the mother's face, friends, her beloved boyfriend, an older brother... Ye Eun squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that would not stop flowing. T

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

Her head slowly turned. And then I saw him. Kieran. Standing. His body completely healed. His face still bruised a little, but no wounds. His eyes were red now—not bloodshot. Glowing red like one of those vampire movies. His mouth parted slightly, and I saw the fangs. He wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. I don’t even know when that happened. But his chest was rising and falling like he was holding something back. Like his whole body was shaking just to stay still.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

Next To You - Justin Bieber & Chris Brown 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My tears have fallen. Gerald was heartless. Gerald suddenly came out of the restaurant. He wears glasses and a hat. No ... my husband is getting more handsome. Why did I just realize? No, I realized what I meant by why today has increased so much? Is this goodbye, and I can't forget him.

POV: AIRYS Tears began to build up. I blinked quickly, looking up, trying to hold back the fear, the nervousness, the guilt, the desperation—all the emotions lodged in my throat like splinters. “Daimon…” My voice came out weak and choked. A whisper heavy with everything I could no longer hide. The first tear slipped from the corner of my eye. He saw it. “I’m scared.”

Both men stop what they’re doing when I suck in a sharp breath, their eyes widening when they spot the heavy stream of tears falling down my cheeks. Chris clicks off the music, him and Shawn sharing a look before stepping closer, “Hey,” Shawns voice is low and soft as he tilts his head to meet my eyes. “What’s wrong? I thought we were having fun.” “They’re happy tears,” I choke out, my eyes bouncing between the two of them. “I swear. This feels… normal. Like old times.” “Thank fuck,” Chris groans. “You scared me for a second there. Thought I’d sent you over the edge with my terrible singing skills.”

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.