To Late For Tears Novels & Stories

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

Finally, I went down on my knees helplessly. "I'm sorry. I was in the wrong. Please forgive me," I apologized as I looked at the urn in Daisy's hand, tears welling up in my eyes. "Daisy, Mom has suffered enough in her life. I just want her to be buried with my father. Please…" A hint of emotion flashed across Daisy's face. Just as she was about to return the urn, James twisted his ankle and cried out in pain. Daisy instinctively reached out to help. As a result, the urn slipped from her hand and fell uncontrollably down the cliff.

He walked up to me and looked me in the eye, shedding all his sharpness, leaving only an unconcealed heartache. He reached out and brushed his fingers over my tear stains. "Mandy, I'm sorry that I'm late."

"It's too late, Saffron. I'm done crying." The words fell into the ballroom and spread out like ripples. For a long, strange moment, nothing moved. Then somewhere at the back, a woman began to clap. One pair of hands, slow and uncertain. Then another. Then a third. Within seconds the whole room had risen, a rising wave of applause, and I stood in the middle of it with my hand on my stomach and my heart beating wildly and tears on my cheeks that I had not noticed arriving. I had cried after all. But not one of them was for him.

"My dentures cry." Kuya Boy, 45, late pier, cried one minute late, but still cried. "My clocks cry at 6:13 AM." Jasmine Dela Cruz, 10, fish-skin pier, cried with fish smell. "My fish cries." At 6:13 PM, gold shell on Pier 1204 — fish-skin pier, now twelve cracks — cracked thirteenth time. For Sad. Thirteenth crack: inside, not note, word, mirror, dress, night, baon, milk, teeth, time, voice, silence, laugh. Tear. Small tear. Sad's tear when he was 12 at his birthday and everyone said he is KJ.

A prize snatched off a board to spite a rival, then left to rot in a corner for seven years. Hot, bitter tears spilled over my lashes, tracking burning lines down my cheeks. My hands trembled so violently that I had to ball them into fists to keep from shaking apart completely. Every memory of the past seven years slammed back into me with fresh poison—every late night waiting for Jaxon to come home, every time he brushed me off in public, every cruel comment from Risa that I had quietly swallowed because I thought I wasn't enough. "Raven..." Zayn stepped forward, reaching out a hand toward my shoulder, his voice thick with concern.

Overwhelmed with emotions, tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. Caught in the mesmerizing moment, Adams glanced at Clara, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. The sight of her tears tugged at his heart. Clara was taken aback by her own tears. She couldn't fully explain why she was crying, but it felt like the most genuine and raw expression of her overwhelming happiness and connection in that very moment. As the tears cascaded down her face, Adams, still playing the piano, leaned closer and tenderly kissed each tear away. His gesture spoke volumes of his love and understanding.

It had been ten years since the incident, but Quan could still taste the rancid smell of white blood with the tip of her mind. Often times the girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath, so that at least the glint could be reduced. Quan thought time would cloud the memory, but she seemed to have her hopes up. At the very least, she had managed to fool herself into thinking that what she was doing was the right thing, or she thought so.

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.