Nothing more was said about the tear session.
Her voice broke and a tear slid down her face.
The woman gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes and shook her head.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
When I looked over at my wife I could see a tear seep down her cheek.
It took effort to repress his anger and his desire to tear outta there to find her.
We're stitching this tear back together from the immortal realm.
He wasn't sure how well Czerno was tracking her, but the Black God's men had grown daring enough to tear apart her apartment.
Seeing Past-Death, it was hard to remember that the human with the mussed hair and tear-reddened eyes had spent thousands of years cultivating deals.
The trail left by the falling vehicle reappeared, a tear in the earth, and a piece of unrecognizable metal.
Darkyn was standing beside a molten tear in the earth, flanked by seven demons that stood one and a half times the size of Gabriel, the largest man Wynn knew.
You tear me away from the only stability I have in my life, expect me to change my view on the entire world overnight, reject me and now, you're asking me to take a chance on something you can't guarantee.
I already knew you could tear people's heads off.
The taste of your sweet nectar before I tear you apart?
"No!" she almost shouted, pulling away to glare at him with tear-filled eyes.
She wiped a hand across her tear stained face, smudging an abundance of makeup.
He cupped her face and wiped a tear with his thumb.
She blinked back a tear, but it escaped and slid down her cheek.
Tear apart the compound if you must.
Hannah demanded, looking up at Toby through tear-swollen eyes.
He rolled into a series of curves but he couldn't take his tear-streaked eyes from the road long enough to see if he were gaining on the other rider.
A small tear was left where the strap had connected to her dress in the front.
How could this wonderful thing tear us apart this way?
She had been left for the men to brutalize, to tear apart from the inside out!
A tear slid down her cheek unnoticed until it dropped on Brutus.
The last act affected us most deeply, and we all wept, wondering how the executioner could have the heart to tear the King from his loving wife's arms.
All became silent and turned to look at the pale tear-worn Anna Mikhaylovna as she entered, and at the big stout figure of Pierre who, hanging his head, meekly followed her.