Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

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.

“Did they hurt you?” His eyes followed the track of the tear falling from the tip of her nose until it dropped to her blood-soaked lap. He moaned out like a ghost when the hopeless nothing she was becoming seeped into his fingertips, and he instantly understood what happened. Hearing the faint cries of a baby in the darkness below them, his heart sank, and the tears spilled over as he pressed his forehead to Tessa’s. “Oh, Sugar. What did they do to you?” When she turned to face him, her dead eyes finally revealed the room she sat in. “See what they did.”

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.

Tessa I stormed out of the house with tears streaming down my cheeks, despite hearing Mom's desperate calls. Her voice faded into the distance as I walked away, my feet carrying me further from the painful confrontation. My eyes brimmed with tears, obscuring my vision. I didn't care to look up, I wasn't a baby anymore, am I? I don't know why she thought she could just cage me inside. My tears grow louder with each step I took, I don't want to care if there's someone looking at me right now.

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 hugged him and cried out loud as I can. When I slowly open my eyes again and I can't bear to see clear, so I rub my eyes and saw someone's half body wearing a white towel. I slowly run my eyes up, seeing his half body naked. A V-shaped waist, little grey-white short hair on his belly button, continuously, his four small hills abdominal muscle feels like tempting me, his big chest dark nipples, and his red marshmallow lips. Goddess. It's Vincent.