Too Many Tears Novels & Stories

Lizandra I could barely close my eyes all night, and I couldn't say I woke up. As a result of the terrible night of tossing and turning in bed, shedding rivers of tears, I was now feeling terrible. It's as if a tractor ran over my body, leaving me completely sore. Nothing gets resolved with tears, and I wish I wouldn't cry every time things get out of control. In other words, constantly. But it's impossible not to realize that I've become a big crybaby, weak, and now also a traitor.

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

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

Immediately that word came out from his mouth, a fresh of tears started to flow out of my eyes down my cheeks. Ya Allah(Oh Lord!), why? Why is this happening to me? Ever since my wedding with Aryan, my best friend since then has been tears, everyday I had to shed tears and till date, it wouldn't stop. I have been told that it's not good for my health, thinking too much is not for me but what can I do?

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.

Silent sobs wracked her body as the floodgates of her tears burst open. The tears streamed down Ava's cheeks, releasing the pent-up frustration, hurt, and confusion that had been building within her. Each sob echoed in the empty room, a poignant reminder of the shattered bond between the sisters. It felt as if a part of her had been torn away, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

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.

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 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.