Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

I know he can't see my tears flowing from my eyes now so I let it all fall down. Rain, thank you for being my disguise for now.

For the first time, I had no answer on how to fix this, how to spin it… “Tell me Raine, how do I fix it? How should I explain this away?” “I don’t know!” I shouted back. Tears fell from my eyes without notice, and I was crying. My tears aren't from embarrassment, or anger, but for mercy. Please Mr. Davis, have Mercy on me and my career. “I will… I will–.” “You will what?” He shakes as he yells. I slid off the chair, quickly getting onto my knees in front of Mr. Davis.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

She had nothing, no one to turn to, and no way out. The rain began to pour down in earnest, soaking her to the bone. It was as if the heavens were crying for her, sharing her pain. The noise of thunder rumbled in the distance, a low growl that mirrored the turmoil inside her. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free, mingling with the rain as they streamed down her face.

But before I could fully comprehend the magnitude of this moment, they faded away, their forms dissolving into nothingness. I awoke from the dream, my heart pounding in my chest, a jumble of emotions swirling within me. Tears welled up in my eyes, their presence delicate and hesitant, as if unsure whether to make their appearance known. But gradually, like a gentle rainfall turning into a torrential downpour, the tears began to flow, escaping my eyes bit by bit. They traced their paths down my cheeks, leaving behind glistening trails of raw emotion.

It was raining, again. The cold, strong and innocent drops of calmness fell from the sky, splattering on the windowpane in my room. It was strange, how the moon was able to shine through the angry clouds. A distant clapping of thunder rattled the windows while I cowered in the thick covers. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping its shower, nor did my tears. No matter how many times I rubbed my eyes clear, those traitorous tears leaked down my cheeks and drenched my pillow in my misery.

I turned away from Olivia so she doesn't see my tears because this time I want to let myself be consumed in my sorrow. And as soon as a single tear dropped from my eyes and hit the ground, the clouds opened and it started raining heavily. I spread my hands out in the rain, with my eyes shut, while letting my tears flow freely. For once, I wished the rain could wash away my pains. And when I opened my eyes, my heart almost burst out due to what I saw, I saw my Alexander standing and smiling with me in the rain, just a few feet away from where I stood.

A tearing pain throbbed beneath her, where streaks of dark blood stained her pale thighs. Phoebe stumbled into the rain, her heart sinking slowly into an abyss. She stood alone in the downpour, the heavy rain soaking her frail body. Covering her face, she gradually sank to the ground, tears streaming down in desperate despair. Her body ached, her heart ached, and she cried helplessly, a wretched mess. This was the saddest she had ever felt, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.

The sound it makes lingers like music from a tiny music box. I have always believed that rain represents tears. It was nature's way to cry when things are tough. Just like how people shed their tears whenever they feel defeated. Tears that carry the weight of most of their pain but never made it any lighter for them. There are countless reasons why people cry. But of course, it’s not new news to me that most of the reasons point to the negative side. Pain. Heartaches. Betrayal. People are vulnerable when it comes to their emotions, especially women. And there are only a few special ones that could bravely face an emotional battle without shedding a single tear. Or maybe they are just that go

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn