Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

Then I told him to disappear, out of sight. The door creaked open again, Tessa’s voice carrying a nervous tremor as she filmed. I let the tears fall, covering my chest with what remained of my nightwear, my body shaking with practiced sobs. She rushed to the bed, arms around me, whispering comfort. When I was sure the performance was complete, I glanced at the phone in her hand. “Why are you filming me? Delete it. Delete it!” I screamed, my tears morphing into a raw, jagged cry. Then she ended the video.

The tears flowed freely, dampening the fabric beneath her touch, a silent testament to the ache that threatened to consume her. In their master’s bedroom, Tessa's sobs filled the air, a mournful melody that resonated with the depths of her despair. She lay on their bed, her body curled into a ball, seeking comfort in the familiar space they had shared countless nights before. But tonight, the bed felt empty, its silence echoing the absence of the man who completed her world. Amidst her tears, Tessa turned her gaze upward, her eyes searching the ceiling as if seeking answers from the heavens above. In a voice choked with emotion, she began to speak, her words a desperate plea that hung in the

“Daddy!” Forgetting all about Saint, that was left standing there, and she runs with the phone. Thankfully, I am not one to get motion sickness as the surroundings bounce. She climbs Tess’ lap and thrusts the phone into her mother’s face. “LOOK!” she said with such enthusiasm, and already I could feel my anger simmering. Tess pulled the phone away from her face enough to see it was me. Tears fill up her beautiful green eyes. “Hi..” She said between sniffles, “Sorry, it’s the hormones, and we miss you.”

"What do you mean, 'trending'?" Grey froze, one foot in the car. Tessy scrambled to open her tablet. Her fingers flew across the screen. As she read, the color drained from her face, leaving her ghostly pale. She looked up at Grey, and for the first time, the mask slipped completely. There was no seduction, no charm—only raw, animalistic fury. "You," she whispered. She lunged out of the car. "You distract me while your little girlfriend digs through my trash? You think you can humiliate me?"

I can barely make out the word: "Can’t... Can’t..." I realize she can’t breathe and I rush toward her, the decades of resentment vanishing under the primal instinct to save my mother. But it’s already too late. Tess slumps forward, her forehead slamming into the desk, knocking over a bronze bust and a lamp on her way down. She crumples to the floor, her eyes wide, glassy, and fixed on the ornate ceiling. She's dead. ZLLIOT

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

Zelda wriggled back turning to shield her eyes from them, I griped her hips to keep her still, giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead. ‘It will be over soon Love, just hold on,’ she had tears in her eyes and despite everything that happened to her she was compassionate. She clung to my jacket as she turned back her gaze flickered to Tessa, and I knew she felt guilty for what was happening to her. ‘Don’t cry, it’s for the best, you need to be strong Love, they will all be watching you,’ I whispered in her ear she looked around the gardens at all those who had come, nodding she wiped her tears looking back.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

From the essence of her tears on his tongue, he knew that she understood completely, despite how much she may protest later. Resting on his elbow, he wiped her tears from her eyes with his fingertips and spoke softly because he knew her heart was breaking. “When they come for me, Rohi…” Tessa’s eyes clenched together, and her lips pulled into an ugly frown as the soft alarm of grief began to rise in her throat. “Shh! When I am gone, you kill them all. Show them the miracle that you are, my love. Do not stop until you erase this curse of a feud from the Earth.” Her body jerked underneath him as her sobs escaped from the very pit of her belly. “Don’t leave me all alone!”

Not unless it got worse. I felt horrible. Guilty. Angry. Because it wasn’t fair. She looked so small. So helpless. And I hated that she was being dragged into this nightmare. Marcellus lowered his voice, dripping venom. “Now… once more. What did you see?” Tessa’s breath hitched. She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her dress, chest shaking from sobs she was trying and failing to contain. “I… I'm not sure what I saw—” Her story was beginning to change now.