Wajah Sedih Wanita Novels & Stories

To her curiousity, she looked up and got even more surprised at how tall she the woman is that she unknowingly took a few steps back. Méah's sight was locked on the woman's face. The woman has wrinkles forming around her eyes making her eyelids droopy and saggy. There are also some which looked like small cracks on both sides of nose down to her lips, giving it a frowning look. With these, Méah could tell that the woman was already in her fifties. Although there was no trace of white hairs on her silky and curly jet black hair. Overall, the woman looked beautiful. She has round, lovely eyes and straight, little nose and thin lips. "What's wrong, my dear? Are you hurt?" the woman asked worrie

I added, shrugging. With that, the woman glanced at me, and her expression changed. Her lips were quivering, and I could tell that she wanted to cry, but she was just suppressing it. “You can cry on me. You don’t have to hold back your tears,” I continued, with a smile plastered on my face.

She could make out their faces due to the soft light that the lamp casted on them. "Go slow, please," the woman whimpered in pain. To Ara's horror, the man increased his speed, making the woman cry repeatedly in pain. She felt pity for the woman, seeing how her features were contorted in excruciating pain as Mr. Serrano continued to knock into her. If not for her face, the agonized whimpers that came from her were the dead giveaway of her suffering. "Yes..yes..yes..right there," her brows furrowed in confusion. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why was she saying yes when she visibly was in pain.

“Could it be because I feel sorry for him? Max's life is much harder than mine. Perhaps, this is what the wise men would say. Don't judge a person by what his look." After muttering, the woman lay down with left hand hugging the two teddies and right hand holding up the paper in front of her eyes. In just a few seconds, the points she wrote had conveyed sadness. “Max doesn't look miserable at all. But apparently, he has a lot of wounds,” Gabriella mused before lowering her hands and looking up at the ceiling. “How is it possible that running free on the beach is a dream that has never come true?” With a slower blink, the woman mumbled, "Poor him." Slowly, she drifted off to sleep with compas

“I won’t harm you. Please come out.” The woman stuck her head out of the blanket. When Jay saw her face, he stumbled in shock. Time had not erased the beauty of her youth, but her face appeared thin and shriveled, like a ghost. The woman shed a tear before hiding under the covers once again. Her body was seen jerking under the covers and Jay could hear her baby-like sobs. He was taken aback to realize that his reaction had hurt her feelings. He remorsefully said, “I’m sorry, I’m not afraid of you. I’m just feeling heartbroken for you.”

The image of a slanting smile. "It seems that he has no face to face with us. The woman must be ashamed to beg to keep working, " saris Citra. "Take care of your speech, Citra. If you are disrespectful again I can cancel our cooperation contract, " Jay rebuked firmly. The image of rolling lazy eyeballs. "You always defended that woman. Is he so special?"asked the image in a raised tone. Some people look at them with an annoyed look because they are too noisy. There are some who recognize the image and some who do not.

asked the man by wiping the tears running out of Nara’s eyes. Nara was shaking "I'm okay Liam," the woman said with a smile. William was made to tangle with her temper. "But.. But you're asking for help sobbing like this, Nara!" William shrieked a little because he didn't understand what her meant. Nara seemed to bite her little pink lip. "It's contagious It's just that I'm just so happy liam," said the woman who'l was more and more clueless. "What?" shrieked William.

ELIAS' POV I gazed at the woman before us. Even with all the gloom that seemed to have descended on her, she still had a beautiful face that emerged from simplicity. She had large brown eyes that seemed to hold so much sadness that they could not seem to look upwards. Her lips were dry, and a little cracked, looking like they were once a pale pink. Her face was a soft oval and for some reason, I pitied her. I didn't know what had happened or what had made her that way, but I felt compassion for her.

A woman with the same face. The same hair. The same eyes. Yet there was an ancient sadness hidden inside her gaze. For the first time, the woman stood close enough for Alika to see every detail. No mist concealed her. No mirror separated them. Only a few steps remained between them. The woman smiled. A gentle smile. A heartbreaking smile. As if she had waited far too long for this moment. "Who are you?" Alika whispered. The woman didn't answer immediately. She simply looked at Alika with eyes glistening with tears.

They look so sexy on her. Knoxx erased the thoughts of that woman and focused his attention on the woman standing in front of him. He looked at the woman's face. Her red lips were slightly parted and shock was evident on her face. Her mouth is hanging open and her face is a mess. Her eyes were so red, a sign that she was crying. Her face was drenched with tears and sweat and her fingers clung tightly to the strap of the bag she was carrying as if her life depended on it.