When She Cries Britt Nicole Novels & Stories

"I want to know," Marissa said, placing a hand on her stomach, "if you'll be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could." She snapped. Rachel's blood ran cold. Of course! she was right. *** For three years, Rachel has lived as the perfect wife of Bryce Voss. Always gentle, loyal, and endlessly composed, she believed love could soften every cruelty, untill the day her husband walked into their matrimonial house with another woman at his side, claiming she carried his child. Declared infertile and a cancer victim after countless hospital visits, Rachel endures shame and cold shoulders from the family she once adored. When Bryce demands a divorce, she asks for one last thing...14 days. Fourteen days to remain his wife before fate decides what she'll become... but surprisingly, he is indifferent.

I'm a coward—someone who gets bullied and never fights back, who only swallows the humiliation in silence. That is, until the year I turned twenty. A well-dressed, elegant couple found me and told me I was their long-lost son. Overjoyed, I followed them back to their castle-like home, convinced that I was finally about to live a better life. But on the very first day, the fake heir made it clear—I would never know a moment's peace. I didn't dare say a word. Cowardly as ever, I could only think about ending my life. The first time, I slit my wrists. They saved me. The second time, I tried to jump off a building. My sister dragged me back. The third time, I drank an entire bottle of pesticide—and still didn't die. … My family finally saw through the fake heir's true color. "So it was you, pulling the strings all along!" My sister plead, "Brother dear, I'm begging you—please don't kill yourself."

Joseph Larkin, my husband, who has been missing for seven years, suddenly comes back. Not only does he bring another woman back, but he is also asking me for a divorce. Joseph says, "Mabel risked her life to save me. That's why I have to marry her to repay her. If you know what's good for you, you'll tell everyone we're already divorced." Looking at his haughty expression, I calmly say, "But I've already married someone else." Joseph laughs disdainfully. "Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows you only have eyes for me."

I'm the strongest warrior of the Silvermoon Pack. For ten years, I've been secretly in love with my Alpha, Aiden. The only wolfless Alpha. We grew up with nothing but each other. I bled for him. I cut down his enemies and searched for a cure to awaken his wolf. He promised me a place at the top—always by his side. The fated mate bond never snapped into place for us. It didn't matter. I loved him anyway. Then I found out the truth. His heart belonged to someone else. A she-wolf named Gianna. When a rival pack kidnapped her, Aiden sent me to get her back. I did, but I died. And so did my wolf. He welcomed Gianna home with open arms, ready for their Mating Ceremony, but he refused to believe I was dead. He thought I was just jealous, hiding in a fit of rage. He even ordered my banishment. But on the night of the full moon, as the entire pack gathered for their Alpha’s ceremony, my second-in-command crashed the altar in his war truck. He walked toward Aiden, carrying my blood-soaked body. Aiden’s body trembled. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. "I can feel it. The mate bond…it’s breaking. Rhea was my fated mate... How can she be dead?!"

For two years, Maya loved a man who looked like forever. Caramel-skinned, radiant, loyal to a fault she gave Daniel her heart, her time, her prayers. But while she was building a future, he was building secrets. Three of her friends. Whispers at her workplace. A pregnancy he denied. Public charm. Private betrayal. She knew. She just waited. On the very day he planned to meet her parents for her knocking, Maya chose dignity over drama and walked away without ever looking back. Six months later, she meets Ethan. Steady. God-fearing. Intentional. The kind of man who prays before he pursues and protects before he possesses. With him, love feels different, safe, consuming in the right ways, and deeply passionate within covenant. But healing isn’t linear, and the past doesn’t stay buried forever. When Maya relocates for work and unexpectedly finds herself face-to-face with the woman Daniel once denied and when Daniel himself resurfaces desperate, broke, and full of regret old wounds threaten new peace. This time, however, Maya is not the woman who stayed silent. She is married. She is chosen. She is covered. And she will not be moved. She Knew, But She Waited is a powerful faith-based romance filled with betrayal, suspense, guilt, sensual covenant love, dramatic confrontations, and the kind of passion that only comes from being truly seen and truly safe. Because sometimes the greatest revenge isn’t exposure. It’s elevation.

At 19 years old, Nicole Adams has gone through things no teenager should ever go through. Losing her father at the age of 14 being one of the simpler things, she has built a wall so high and so strong around herself, that not even Hulk himself could penetrate it. Join her in a world she has created for herself- a world so tiny and so lonesome that the only other person in it is her mother. Maybe, just maybe, someone is about to change that.

My father was hospitalized with a fractured bone. He needed someone to look after him. My wife, Alma, who was also a doctor, said she had to attend the Lancet conference abroad. She claimed it was an event she could not miss. While I was caring for my father, my younger brother, Jack, forwarded a short video to me. “Clyde, you need to look at this video of Alma.” In the video, Alma, who always took great care of her hands, was assembling parts on an assembly line at an electronics factory. I looked up info on who uploaded the photo. It was Tobias Zidel, a male nurse from her department. He captioned the video: [From the operating table to my assembly line. A true woman of all trades!] I resisted the urge to confront her. Instead, I forwarded the video to the department’s group chat. [I wonder how much Dr. Ashford earns per day working at Mr. Zidel’s family factory?] The group chat instantly exploded with messages. The video spread across the entire hospital. Alma bombarded me with frantic phone calls. She demanded that I retract the message. “Come with a written apology on Monday. You will apologize to Mr. Zidel publicly during the meeting!” I hung up decisively. Then, I scheduled an appointment to file for divorce. I did not want a wife like this.

They say she has the face of an angel, the body of a temptress and the soul of the devil. Hence the nickname La Diabla. She Devil. ------------- Catalina They're not wrong. I killed my father and my husband and I won't hesitate to kill anyone who crosses me. Kahlo I should have killed her the moment I set my eyes on her. She's the devil incarnate. Yet I find myself hesitating. Always hesitating...

He raped me. Not for once, but several times. The first time, I could scream, I could plead to him. However, it wasn't the same afterwards. I had to stop screaming for help when he jumped over me like a hungry animal, I couldn't plead to stop him. Because then he became my husband.He was given the right to do whatever he wanted with me. And I wasn't given the right to stop him.Unlike other women, I didn't choose to be a slave of my husband. I didn't fall for my husband.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.