Wajah Sedih Wanita Novels & Stories

The image was full of warmth, full of joy, and Eliana felt a twist in her chest that she didn’t understand. She walked on. The next image showed the same woman, older now, her face thinner, her smile faded. She was standing in a doorway, looking out at a man who was walking away. The man didn’t look back. The woman’s face crumpled, but she didn’t cry. She stood in the doorway for a long time, watching the space where he had been, and then she closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Mia held that woman and took her in front of a chair, that woman sat down with so much difficulty. Mia went for water when that woman sat there. Mia came back with a glass of water " drink this, you look pale " Mia was showing very concern about that woman, Suddenly that woman started to cry, Mia was shocked, She stood there like a statue, she doesn't know why that woman was crying like that. " Miss why are you crying, " Mia asked that woman gently. That woman tried to control her sobbing and spoke up " my husband doesn't want me and our baby "

Yeah right, take that bitch! "Oh, the reptiles." Suhayr beamed at them, watching as they try keeping their distance but it seems like their ego keeps getting in the way blocking any rational thought. "And the homewrecker is here too, what a pleasant surprise." Najaah faked a smile too, she has been heartbroken the day before and would want nothing but to hit the woman where she won't be able to stand. What happened the day before won't stop replaying in her head even after taking shots of vodka to help.

Paulinah nodded sadly, being reminded of that woman brought back so many bad memories. Her face alone cleary displayed her misery as if she was reliving her trauma all over again, but as the strong woman that she was, she had learnt to get her emotions in check and never cried in public, so even though she looked like she was about to crumble down at any moment then she still held her head high and did not shed a tear.

Alpha Jasper debated whether to question her or not. But the zeal to know what was wrong with the woman was greater. He turned, halting the woman in her steps. "Woman, what is wrong with you?" Alpha Jasper asked with a deep voice. The woman turned with her head bowed to the ground, tears flowing down her cheek and wetting the floor. "Alpha.. Jasper," she sloaned to her words. Her voice was cracking up. "Why are you wailing so badly?" Alpha Jasper asked with concerns written all over his face.

Ignoring me she continued with her struggle while groaning and gasping in between due to ache. “Do you really think, you will get anything by doing all this?” She questioned gritting at me with her canines appearing visible to me. I chuckled looking into her once vibrant eyes turned into a dull one due to the endless tears, mirroring the pain she is enduring. Her once radiant face with powers and glaze, was now smeared with dried tears that left trails of sorrow etched upon her delicate skin.

After observing Izayah's behaviour, the woman laughed to herself. "Your words say one thing, but what you do demonstrates something entirely different. It sounds like your girlfriend will be a very proud woman." She reached for another glass and drank the contents as quickly as if they were water. She proceeded to frame her face with her hands while heaving a sigh of contentment, and then she drew in her breath to get a better look at Izayah's face.

"Why ...... why are they saying that I brought disaster to the clan ......" The woman squatted on the edge of the quiet pool, her voice sounded miserable and mournful, and her crying was intermittent, and her tears dripped down on the surface of the water, causing ripples in a circle after a circle.

Jessa’s heart ached with every motion, her hands trembling with the intensity of her grief. It was heartbreaking—seeing Jessa so consumed by this profound sorrow. Her face, usually full of light and laughter, was now a mask of anguish and desperation. The young mermaid, who had once been so full of life, was now completely undone by the loss of her closest friend. Her body language spoke of an endless ache, a sense of emptiness that no words could ever fully capture. And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her.

Although she was middle-aged, her beauty was still evident despite the years. The woman's eyes were locked on his, filled not with fear but with profound sorrow and heartache. Her tears shimmered, betraying the deep emotion she felt.