Too Many Tears Novels & Stories

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.

His body are shaking harder than before. “We get it. You are afraid and don’t know who you should trust . . . but you have to believe and give your trust to us. You know the law but you’re not following your king, the one who you should give your loyalty and trust to him.” “I-I k-know that I may get my head off because of my unthinkable and worst decision I have made, but I can’t lose my father. He’s the only one I got in this life.” His tears burst out from his eyes while his body is shaking, he’s getting weak and emotional.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

"I don't hate you. But from now on, I want to live the life I choose. You're her father, and I won't keep you from seeing her. But between us? The love is gone." Each sentence cut through him like a blade. His hopeful expression crumbled into disappointment, then emptiness. He opened his mouth, but only a low, broken sound came out. His eyes reddened, tears threatening. In the end, he nodded. His voice was hoarse. "Alright. I'll respect your choice." He let go of my hand and walked out of the room. I knew then that this was the true end of our story. … After that, I recovered well, both physically and emotionally. I threw myself back into jewelry design, building a life that felt fully my ow

“Well. That’s pretty definitive.” I nodded once. Then again. And then I started crying. Rachel blinked. “Wait… are those happy tears or sad tears? I thought you said we were happy.” “I am,” I said quickly, swiping at my face. “These are happy tears. They’re also terrified tears. And overwhelmed tears. And what-if-Stacy-doesn’t-want-this tears.” Rachel turned fully toward me, taking both of my hands. “Listen to me, Beth. Stacy is going to be over the goddamn moon.”

text? I rolled onto my side, facing the wall, and let the tears come quietly so I wouldn’t wake the kids. They weren’t dramatic tears. They were the tired kind, the ones that leak out when you realize you’re still the same fool who believes in second chances. But the thing about running out of options is that it clarifies everything.

I stated; my voice had lost its usual vibrant edge. Luca jerked back lightly before leaning in again. I recounted everything—excluding the blackmail; I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Another wave of tears poured down my eyes. “I’m so sorry, my tears won’t just... I mean. I shouldn’t,” I apologized, unable to find the right words. “My emotions are just everywhere, and I can’t stop crying.” My pains had me at a chokehold. "Oh, stop coming out, you stupid tears,” I muttered, appealing with my tears to stop spilling out, but it was as though they had a mind of their own as they kept sprinting down my cheeks.

Sasha went on her knees in front of my car, just like how she did years ago. I was terrified of running over her and immediately hit the brakes. Andy was engrossed in his game console, and the abrupt braking caused him to bump his forehead, leaving it red. I hurriedly pulled him over. "I'm sorry! Let me blow the pain away for you." Sasha was bawling on the ground in front of my car. "I'm begging you not to destroy my family, Ms. Cooper. I've already lost a child. I don't want to lose Miles too!"

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.