What Is My Tears Ricochet About Novels & Stories

"Damn it…" He pulled a couple of tissues and dried his tears, but they were unstoppable. He hadn't even wanted to cry in the first place, so why did his eyes betray him like they had a will of their own? Could he have been possessed by an overly sentimental devil with a penchant for tears? Was this some kind of black magic? No, he reckoned he should hire a voodoo specialist to purge whatever strange force had come over him before he truly became a crybaby! Outside the consultation room, Giselle raised her hand to dry the tears she'd expected to have cascaded down her face. However, she was baffled when her fingers came away dry. Could she have been so overwhelmed by panic that even tears eva

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

Another tear slipped from my eyes. . . . . . TBC

You keep on cheating on me at every opportunity that you get and after that you just come to me and tell me that you love me, tell his I am suppose to Belive the words coming out from you love even you arebts evebtrue to yourseke, you don't want to treat me well and you want me to believe that you love me, you keep hurting me Rico, am so sick and tired of this, like so fucking sick of it and I want nothing but to be away from you but yet you still somehow try to keep me close to you regardless of how much I hated it and you know that I actually don't know what to say but what I want to say is that I do not believe whatever that you have to say and I do not belive you and you know that, if yo

She brushed away his tears with trembling hands, her touch gentle and reassuring as she tried to calm him down. “What’s wrong?” she whispered as she continued to wipe away his tears with her trembling fingers. “Why are you crying?” Ryan’s tears flowed nonstop, a torrent of emotion unleashed by the fragments of his memories that began to stitch together. Scarlet, her own tears mingling with his, reached out to console him, her voice trembling with concern. “What’s going on? Why are you crying so much?” In the midst of his sobbing, Ryan’s eyes shifted towards Scarlet, realizing that she, too, was already shedding tears. A flicker of guilt took hold, compelling him to wipe away her tears with a

"Ah! Mylo, it hurts! Be gentler!" "Rita immediately wailed, and her tears fell from her eyes." "Seeing Rita cry, Mylo became more flustered." "It was the first time that Ryker had seen Mylo like this. He quickly said, ""Mylo, you're doing it the right way. You have to endure the pain, girl, otherwise you'll get inflammation.""" Mylo glared at Ryker before lowering his head to continue massaging Rita. "Rita shed tears, but in the end, she choked up with sobs."

00:00:45 I thought about my life. Everything I had suffered. Everything I had lost. Would it all end like this? Would I just… disappear? Hot, angry tears filled my eyes. I deserved better than this. 00:00:30 Just then… A crash. Loud. Violent. The ripping of metal from a hinge. My breath caught. Footsteps. Heavy. Rushed. Voices. Shouting. And then— Ricci. He filled the room like a storm, dark and powerful, his face a mask of pure fury. Our eyes froze on each other, and for a moment, something passed over his face.

It was then that all her memories of before came tumbling in her head. Her body then slides down to the white-tiled that was floor of the bathroom. Her head resting on the cabinet that the sink was in. she began to cry hot and angry tears. But what is done is done. Plus it was only time before he would have claimed her anyways. But still, she had hoped that they could start an actual relationship beforehand.

Chen raised the knife on the air and the sun rays strikes the skin of the knife that made a straight light onto the fountains water circling around the middle source of the water inside it. Me and Chen looked at the rays on the water. They were surprisingly speechless of what they are seeing. Lots of gold coins and treasure seductively twinkling giving an attraction to the eyes. And I saw the old beggar scoop a cup of water on the fountain. The old beggar drinks the water from the fountain and a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Tears are falling off my eyes, and I start to whimper. "N... Are you crying? Why are you crying? I hope you're not crying for David because he doesn't deserve anyone's tears or sympathy." She tells me. "I'm not crying for him. I'm crying because life is so hard. Being black and a vampire has not been an easy journey for me. It still hurts that my parents lost their lives because of racism. Why must we have to suffer the most? This life is so cruel and unfair!" I wailed, venting out my frustration.