To Late For Tears Novels & Stories

When I stayed out late for an event and it got dark, he would quietly trail behind me the whole way, watching over me. And when an out-of-control truck came barreling toward me, he didn't hesitate for a second. He ran up, pushed me out of the way, and ended up in the ICU himself. His face was covered in bruises. I sat by his hospital bed, crying and begging him not to die. The first thing Grayson did when he opened his eyes was reach up and wipe my tears. The second thing he did was speak, in a broken voice, and apologize to me.

So he had made those demands on purpose, just to watch me run in circles for him. The thought almost made me laugh through my tears. After I got home that day, I had even excitedly told Lucas that I had earned a lot of money. When he bandaged my injured hands with such concern, was he calling me stupid in his heart again? Was he thinking I looked like a joke? As I wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes, the agent arrived. Seeing me standing at the door, he asked in confusion, "Ms. Bell, the landlord is inside. Why aren't you going in?"

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I let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn slightly, like I don't know where to look at. Damn it. I press my lips together, trying to hold it in. I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry, but it's already too late. My chest rises sharply, and something inside me just… breaks open. Years. It feels like years since I’ve felt anything like this. It's been years since I've felt this warm, this full, this……wanted. A tear slips out before I can stop it. Then another. I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand across my face quickly.

After getting remarried, I started renting out my husband. Whenever his “one true love” called, he’d leave my side without hesitation. I stopped begging, stopped crying, and started charging by the hour instead. Daytime rates: $15,000 an hour. Evenings: $30,000 an hour. Holidays: triple rate. Three months later, my account had grown by nearly $3 million. He promised to help me pick out a gown for a formal dinner, but then she called in tears because she’d nicked her hand while cooking. I didn’t argue. I just held out my payment QR code. One night, I spiked a high fever. On the way to the hospital, she called again, saying the thunder was too loud and she was scared to sleep alone. I quietly

princess : how many years you'll hide your tears from me mom me : what do you mean princess princess : I know you consider me as a kid still but do you think your kid can't notice your tears I know mom how every night you cries I used to think in childhood you got hiccups because you're thirsty but later I understood that those hiccups were not because of your thirst but because of your hidden tears am I wrong mom me : I think you misunderstood something princess princess : yeah mom because only four people know about your tears every night one you, two your pillow, three me and four that god as per the reason for your tears only two people knows one is you and other one is that god me : ple

Haya's pov I bit my tongue, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave my eyes and that's when I can't hold them back. first, one small crystal bead escaped from my right eye, I can feel the warmth sliding down my cheeks and rolling off my chin, then another and another until my eyes flooded with them, coming like a rainfall. My brother walked towards me that's when I burst out into tears because I couldn't take it any more, I sobbed into his chest clutching his jacket and he held me in silence.

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

Tears falling from my eyes. Annoyed, I wiped away my tears. "Such a fool! Why am I always crying now because of him?!" My tears didn't stop from falling no matter how hard I try to hold it in. I was just crying and I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep. ************ I was stunned by the noise at the terrace of my room. I looked at the wall clock to see what time it was. It was 12:40 in the midnight. I slowly walked over.