Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

The hateful image from my memories warped as I tried to reconcile it with the woman now weeping over me, like her heart was breaking. Vivian had always been a brilliant actress. She'd killed me. And yet there she was, slumped against Jayden, crying over my corpse without a trace of guilt. "Who could be this cruel, Jay? Who'd kill Kat so brutally?" "Who knows? She played too many dirty games, making too many enemies." Jayden stood in a black suit, his face grim. "Enough, Vivi. You're running on no sleep. Get some rest. I've got this."

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.

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.

Her heart sank as she saw the unmistakable second line forming on the test. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as the reality of the situation settled over her like a heavy blanket. The tears that had welled up in her eyes began to fall, one after another, tracing a path down her cheeks. She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her.

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

She just imagined killing them, why did she think it would come true? Quan grabbed a black weapon belonging to one of them that was already under her feet. How could that weapon be near Quan, she didn't bother to think about it. The girl slashed blindly because the darkness still covered the eyes. They screamed in pain, but their screams were strange; like the screams of children. Like Quan's voice.

With a sad smile I gazed on at my hunched over reflection, my teary eyes barely able to make out the black streaks running down my face but not blurry enough to cover up how red my cheeks were. "Babe, don’t be so sensitive. It’s not like I hit you or anything, I just told you the truth and if that’s enough to upset you then you’re a fucking snowflake. Come out,” hesitant he muttered out a soft and somewhat hushed, “Please?" Almost like he was questioning the word rather than asking me.

Tessa lifted her gaze to the man standing before her, and her chest tightened until it felt like her ribs might shatter. Just the sight of him was enough to break her all over again. Her vision blurred as tears welled, heavy with the memories of everything she had sacrificed for this man who never once chose her. Her throat tightened, but she forced the tears back, blinking them away before they could fall. Enough. She had cried enough for him. Now, her face hardened, settling into the mask she had learned to wear, one that gave nothing away.

The tears stored in Hannah's eyes began to escape and ran down to her cheek falling to the ground. “Hey, stop that.” Chen's voice became soft, and he approached closer to Hana to wipe off the tears running down from her cheeks. “I’m sorry if I had not restrained myself from my feelings.” She held her head and looks straight to Chen’ eyes. “No, don’t be sorry. You have to say those words because you deserve so much in this world that I can’t give, at least I can give you the truth you wanted to know.” Chen smiled as he laughed softly. “The woman you saw earlier, I was just talking to her. I asked her about how I can surprise you. Good thing you haven’t stab her using your power.”

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.