Tears Of Rain Novels & Stories

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.

he says quietly, stepping aside to let me pass. I stand there for a moment, breathing through the ache in my chest before I start moving again. Rena appears at the corner, her mouth parting as if to speak, but I walk past her without a word, my steps heavy as I climb the stairs. By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, everything I’ve been holding in finally breaks. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor, silent tears streaming down my face. I press my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping, but the pain rips through me anyway — quiet, raw, unbearable.

Ethan then proceeded toward his nephew's room. The door opened with a creak, and he found himself surrounded by the scattered toys that belonged to his nephew. He started taking little steps toward his nephew’s bed; each step felt heavy. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained his cheeks. He sank to his knees, and his body trembled with grief. He kept on crying for a long time.

I will never marry Jason, Grandpa. Before her grandfather could respond, Vivica shoved her chair back and fled the room, sobbing. In the twinkle of an eye, it was Saturday. The sky was drizzling, a soft gray veil that seemed to mirror the day's quiet relief. The persistent, gentle rain felt less like a gloom and more like a blessing, as if the heavens themselves were offering a quiet congratulation on the annulment of Brooklyn and Preston’s sham marriage. Brooklyn stood on the balcony, her spirit as grey and heavy as the misty sky. The drizzle matched the cold weight in her chest. The last thing she wanted was to endure a lunch with the James family.

he whispered. "I love you too, Kai," I replied with tears starting to fall. Then I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. We stayed in that position for a while until a loud bang on the door startled us both. Bang...!

Her eyes were puffy and red from too many tears, and her lips were cracked and pale. Seeing her this way only infuriated him more. How dare she? How could she pretend to be innocent even after he'd found out the truth? "I never did anything to hurt you, please believe me, Reynold." "Don't you dare call me by my name. You are wicked and evil, and you deserve to rot in hell!" She began shedding tears for what he said. Reynold could not control the anger he was feeling at this point. Her scent was intoxicating him and, seeing her cry made him feel bad.

There is pain and despair, suffering and grief. The rain started to pour on her, and she ran into the yard, letting that rain wash everything inside of her. She busted into tears and kneeled to let go of everything she was holding back. But after a while, her tears stopped, and she took those water drops on her face like a new beginning. She settled on the bench watching the trees dancing in the rain, knowing it would be them destroyed and spilling over the ground tomorrow, but look at them, how desperately they were enjoying this storm.

I have to accept the fate and destiny reserved for me. I just have to let it flow as it should. All of a sudden, my tears fell from my eyes like raindrops from the sky, ruining my makeup.

“S-Scarlett…” Scarlett smiled, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. Sharlene tried to touch her daughter on the cheek. “I-I’m sorry,” she apologized. Scarlett shook her head and took her mother’s hand in hers. “Please tell your father that I’m sorry… I-I l-love him…” Scarlett's eyes widened, and she shook her head as she sobbed. “Everything will be fine, mom; let’s go home,” she sobbed. Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.