Tears Of My Soul Novels & Stories

Tears of helplessness began to run down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them no matter how many times I wiped them away. ‘’It’s all my fault…’’ The guilt was eating me like an insatiable predator, and the despair was trying to make me lose the last thread of my sanity. Maybe there was a solution to the problem somewhere, but at the moment, I felt powerless to realize it.

hugging hers knees she let out her tears freely, looking at the sky she whispered "I'm sorry." She felt her mom was looking at her and her heart completely broke today which is beyond repair, her fate mocked at her and she thought she deserved all these punishment and to move on with it. Is this my fate ? _____________ Her body felt numb, she couldn't feel anything, tears dripping but her energy was drained to even wipe those tears, her Hope's and her dreams shattered the moment he broke her soul, Zeenas was wide awake even though it was four a.m. empty was the only thing she felt, her heart was beating but it was like only her body was lying motionless whereas her soul was ripped away from

🎶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.

“In a different place again, on the same night as the second group, the third Reds group carried out their ritual. On the sixth night, the spirits of white tigers came in a rage because they were annoyed. The singing of the callers soothes them, and the wailing and sorrow of the Reds touch the souls they are calling. That is how it was, and then the third Reds group had the trust of the spirits to guard half of their essence. “However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of th

I walk close to her and wake her up. “Hey, wake up. What’s happening to you?!” I can’t call her by her name. I still don’t know what’s her name. When she wakes up. She suddenly hugs me and does not care–I am half naked. She cried aloud down my chest. Her tears mix up the water on my body from the shower. HANA’S Point of View

I wasted no time in shoving the door open as it creaked under my hands, and as I drew my eyes up to the vastly large darkened edges of the room I suddenly froze as I stood with my mouth agape, and staring at the image before me. A few feet away, hoisted up by his hands and his feet as they were pulled in a taunt vice grip hung the presence of my soul. Tears instantly began to fall from my eyes as I felt my body begin to shake deep within my chest, “Groban…”

And not only that, I could understand the words in it too. "You're a genius Linda." I said. I collected the book from Linda and read it. "Use the mermaid tears to bring your friends back to life." I read. "Where is it?" Linda asked and I got it out, handed her the book and rushed to Pablo and Freddy. To my surprise I could actually touch their souls. I pour some of the mermaid tears in my palm and rubbed it on both their heads. They stopped whaling and they slipped from the chains.

I woke up to a beautiful melody and sat up in my bed. That's not my bed! Where am I? I looked around and checked that I was with TJ and I noticed that music again. I actually heard TJ sing for the first time, very softly, but I heard a few words. I didn't know the song but it was beautiful, calm and radiated its warmth. There wasn't much text yet, but the melody was heavenly and really touched me. It finally surpassed the deep pain in me that Jayden had left behind. I saw thick drops on the bed covers and didn't even notice that I was crying again. Crap!!

It felt as if the very essence of her existence had been shattered, leaving behind a void that no words or apologies could fill. Tears streamed down her face, tracing a path of anguish and vulnerability. They were the silent testament to the depth of her pain, expressing what words could not convey. In the solitude of her room, Lisa allowed herself to surrender to the waves of sorrow that crashed upon her, surrendering to the cathartic release of tears that cleansed her wounded soul. As the tears fell, her mind yearned for an escape, a respite from the piercing judgments and accusations that had wounded her so deeply. She longed to find solace in a realm where their words held no power, wher