Tears In My Heart Novels & Stories

"Blake, your indifference towards me is palpable, and it hurts deeply." My lips never formed those words. This consumes my thoughts. As I fix my gaze upon him, my eyes brim with tears that cascade down my cheeks. His eyes bore into mine, brimming with a profound sadness that seemed to defy explanation or understanding.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

Tears was pouring from my eyes, and my heart was breaking. He found his mate and was just messing with my feelings. This was too much for me to bear, and I felt like I was going to die. Why did I let myself fall in love?

He mocked, giving me a questioning look. Hmmm!! I sighed. Why does he has to remind me of my dead parents on every damn opportunity he has. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as I tried to blink back the tears that seemed to have gathered in there. I whispered a prayer to the moon goddess, begging her to cast away every pains in my heart and replace them with an everlasting inner joy. But somehow the tears managed to escape, showcasing how severed and punctured my heart was. I don’t make an attempt to wipe it off. Instead I let more find its way down.

I shifted away from him and all he did was watch me do it without so much as a word. I desperately tried to keep my tears from failing all over my face, but failed miserably. I was hurting and I found that it's not easy to stop an aching heart from spilling tears no matter how hard you try to. And after knowing that the man I loved could never, ever be mine, all I could do was let them come out as much as they possibly could. "Mia please don't cry, you are breaking my heart" he tried to calm me down with his words but they only made it worse. Hot tears kept coming from my eyes at full speed no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Reaching My room, I entered slammed the door, my back hurled against as I slowly pushed down on the floor, tears rolled down my cheeks. Why? Why does my heart always have to suffer for everything?

My heart was on the verge of bursting from the pain building inside my whole being to think what could possibly happen as tears brimmed in my eyes, trying to reject what’s building inside but couldn’t. “No. No. No. You can’t do this to us.” A tear rolled down my cheek, my heart was on the verge of bursting from incomprehensible pain. Frightened to the core, I went back, faster than usual to hope what I was thinking was nothing but a fear in my mind but it was true. “Not us…”