Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his

She staggered back a step or two, her military boots dragging on the ground, and then, she simply toppled over like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Unable to fully turn his head to see what was happening, Adam didn’t know at first who had taken Jaguar out, not until he heard his name in a high-pitched, frantic voice. He arched his neck the best he could to see Rain flying across the room, tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Thank goodness,” Rain said as she came toward him. “I thought i’d never see you again.”

Broken-hearted Queen had nothing to do but to pray and to cry , she had lost her last hope to bear a child how can she when the king didnot care about her exsitence anymore . One night after crying long enough that her eyes were engraved by dark ashes of sadness, falling to the tough floor again , that was never soft for her fragile body yet it was more comforting to her heart than her king would . A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talk

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

Rain’s POV A single tear slipped down my cheek as I paced inside my bedroom. The plan was working so far but the price of success was very high. Inside the mansion I have used my magical powers to build a bond with each person living here. I knew the moment death happened in the dungeon. I also knew who the murders are and where they are. The evil fae prince had just freed Crissy and walked back inside the mansion. He is making his way upstairs to appear innocent of the crimes he has committed. Anger and hatred boiled inside me and swirled in my soul along with sadness at the loss of Kit and Hart. I stopped pacing, knowing it was almost time to get myself kidnapped. I missed my mate so much.

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

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.

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.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected