Tears Of My Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Joash I saw my reflection sitting and huddled in the corner wiping the tears on my eyes. Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching. Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down. Nobody knows how many times I've left like I'm about to snap, but I just don't, for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad, how horrible they truly are. Nobody. Knows. Me.

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.

I fell to my knees, my hands catching me as I hung my head down, hair plastered to my forehead. “Is it not enough?” I whispered, voice raw; as I felt tears began to slide from my eyes. They dripped from my face, causing small dark indentations in the packed dirt. My fingers carved a path through it, attempting to grip it as it shifted through my fingers. Trying desperately to cling onto something solid as I felt my damaged soul begin to crack and fragment around my heart.

I try to move, but my legs betray me, and I collapse to the floor. I fall to my knees where my chest tightens painfully, and my mouth quivers as I try to hold back the sobs, but I fail. A wretched sound escapes me—a cry so raw, so deep that it feels like it’s coming from my very soul. I bury my hands into the thick rug beneath me, gripping it as if it could somehow anchor me. But nothing stops the flood. The tears blind me, my vision blurs as the sobs wrack through me. I dig my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but I cannot contain it. My entire body trembles uncontrollably. I cry until there’s nothing left inside me but the hollow ache of loss. This is the moment—this is where

I say wiping my eyes again, I’m the alpha, I’m the wolf, I should be strong enough not to cry over the fact that James might be dead now, more tears started to fall down my face again. “It’s okay to cry,” she assures me, wiping the tears away, any wolf who had any respect to themselves would never cry, even if a whole pack might have died by now, but after getting your soul, when the said soul is sitting on the bed right next to me, I can’t help the tears that are going down my face, I can’t help all the tears of hurt and the pain. “I shouldn’t be crying, but he might be dead,” I tell my soul, my little soul, my sensitive soul.

She was utterly terrified by Tobey's menacing demeanor. Tobey studied her tear-streaked face. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really do look beautiful when you cry." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, and Chelsea let out a muffled whimper as the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. The pain from his bite made her eyes well up even more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I love watching you cry," Tobey said darkly. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he yanked her head back. Her eyes were red, and tears kept streaming down her face. But her entire face was wet, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

“The Goddess.” Her tears fell. And my heart broke all over again.

Her mother pulled her into a tight embrace, her soothing voice was like a balm in her soul, “I am so sorry that you are hurting, my sweet daughter. I know that it feels like the end of the world now, but believe me, this pain is not forever; it will pass, and you will come out of this stronger.” Her mother’s words acted as a healing balm, stitching together the jagged edges of her shattered heart. Vivica looked at her mother with a grateful smile, and she whispered, “Thank you, Mom, for your comforting words. They truly mean everything to me. I appreciate you more than you know.”