Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

The rain dripped from my hair and ran down my face, mingling with the salty taste of my tears. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering uncontrollably as the rain continued its relentless assault. My thoughts swirled like the storm above me with memories of my family, flashes of Russo’s cold gaze, the sting of Miley’s betrayal, and Ella’s triumphant smirk. Everything I had known, everything I had trusted, had been stripped away, leaving me with nothing but the bitter taste of regret and a fierce determination not to be broken.

I said. She paused. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t ask about what happened. She didn’t even nod her head. She opened the door and walked out. I ran and closed the door behind her. I didn’t bother holding back my sobs as I bolted the door. I turned from the door, my back against the wood, and slid down to my backside. The dam broke free and the tears fell of their own volition now. I threw my head back against the door and stared out the window. The clouds were gray and it was starting to rain. I could taste it in the air. The sound of rain filled the room as it started to fall down hard. It was soothing in a way, the sound of rain as it washed everything away. I scrambled to my feet and

Harmonia cast her eyes downward, welled-up tears shimmering, cascading down her cheeks to meld seamlessly with the chilly rain. Suddenly, the pouring rain seemed to come to a halt.

However, this time, I walked out of the car. I looked at Sasha on the ground and retorted, "Don't you know we're in a free country? Why do you keep kissing up like that?" Sasha was moving stiffly, switching from being on her knees to sitting on the ground. She sobbed and said, "I just had a miscarriage, Ms. Cooper. I have no strength in my legs." I replied, "The ground is too cold for you to sit on. Stand up and talk to me." Tears rolled down Sasha's cheeks as she stood up before me, humiliated. "I'm up now, Ms. Cooper."

My free hand reached up to touch her face, but the second my fingers brushed her cheek, the tears began to spill over while her smile stayed there like she was afraid to let it fall. “Don’t cry,” I said as I tried wiping them away, but more kept coming. “I’m sorry,” was all she could choke out.

Sheridan stands beside him, her bare skin glowing in a fancy leather harness, swaying a little with excitement. Trey finishes and turns towards her. He snaps his fingers and she falls to her knees, gazing up at her mate. I don’t need to see her face to know that her eyes are shining. Trey’s face softens as he looks down at her. Another couple stealing a moment before they engage in the complicated mating dance of submission and dominance. I’ve seen it a million times before, but somehow it’s not as grotesque on shifters. That still doesn’t mean I get it. I climb the rest of the stairs and hit the door with my fist to escape.

I use hot tears as a negative indicator that it is raining since the droplets are quite chilly. Perhaps it's simply passion, a craving for Lesley's company. When I heard it from Remon, I continuously clutched my stomach and sucked my breath away. Everything that was on my mind, everything that was clinging to what I was feeling and dreaming of, all of it fell at the same time and lost its supporting structure and support. I couldn't stop crying because I was having so much chest agony. It's all right. Then I turned around and covered my mouth to keep the tears from streaming down my face at his expense.

Something hot. Tears.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .