Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

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...

Tess sipped her water. She pulled Alessia up with her and walked to the restroom. After making sure no one was in there, she faced her. "You're being abused?" "What do you mean? No, I'm not being abused. It really is the trend." She was tapping furiously on the sink. Tess removed her glasses immediately and Alessia covered her eyes quickly. "It's okay, lemme see," Tess said calmly. She slowly removed her hands from her face. Tess gasped. "What happened to you?"

The shower turned on a moment later, water hissing against the tile. Tessa stayed in bed a second longer, then pushed herself up. Her eyes fell on her black nightgown. She picked it up, fingers running over the jagged tear along the strap, the ripped lace at the hem. A slow smile spread across her face. She remembered: the way Roman’s hands had gripped the silk like it offended him, the sharp rip when he tore it open, the heat of his mouth between her thighs, devouring her until she forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything but arch and moan his name.

She quickly wiped her tears and unlocked it. “What are you doing? Why did you lock the door?” He paused, then his brows drew together. “Why are you crying?” Tessa opened her mouth to answer, to lie, to come up with something, but nothing came out. She couldn’t keep the lies going, but she also couldn’t tell the truth. Suddenly her tears spilled again, everything inside her cracking open at once. “I’m sorry.” Her voice trembled between sobs as she covered her face with both hands.

Seeing that the one man you cared and loved so much, doesn't give a flying fuck about you could drive anyone insane" Tessa thought to herself. Tessa forced back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes and declared. "I'm not going to give him the joy of seeing my tears. I'm here as his substitute bride and that's it! I will avoid him and his tantrums by all means until he finds Lisa. I'm not going to gush over a man who doesn't see me or even consider me worthy of his love. Damn him!" She smiled at the mirror in front of her and tried to undress. It has been a hectic day and she wanted nothing but to rest.

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

My mouth twitches and before I can stop myself, the tears pour. Tessa stands up and pulls me into a hug,her arms tightening around me. I sob. Sob until there's no tears left. My chest hurts,my nose is blocked and my eyes sting but I feel like a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't know how long we stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace. But when I pull away,it's not only Tessa's shoulder that's drenched with my tears,but hers are stained with mine too.

Seeing him, in front of her eyes was turning her inner soul tremendously thrilled, and in another second all the painful memories came walking to her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks continuously, stating all the complaints she had against him in her mind. Imogen felt a tug in his heart seeing tears in her eyes. He hates to see her in tears, he pulled her close to him, tugged her into his hard chest, enclosing his arms around her, putting her into a tight hug. His hand grasped her jaw gently and he swiped at the tears that were able to escape her eyes, before kissing her teary cheeks. He could perceive she was holding her breath and he loved seeing how his mere touch affects her. His eyes