Armin Crying Novels & Stories

Alpha Darren walked in panting. "Diana, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?" Because of the pain of betrayal she felt, she burst into tears. "Oh my, did I say something that hurt you?" Diana could not answer him but her body collapsed to the floor and sobbed. Seeing that, Alpha Darren couldn't help but hug Diana. Although he didn't know why Diana was crying, he wanted her to know that he was always there for her and she could lean on him if she wasn't okay.

“I was totally expecting that.” His face was blank. “You’re trying to kiss my ass now?” “What?” My voice faltered. “No. What I’m trying to say is…” I feared my smile was starting to look forced. “You don’t have to cause a scene because I pretended to be Marley, I—” “I, Vinn Graham,” he gestured to himself, that arrogant grin finding its way back to his lips, “shouldn’t cause a scene because of the heinous crime you committed a few days ago?”

When I noticed everyone’s gaze was on me, I quickly dried out my tears, of which I had no idea how they came out. Why the hell was I bawling my eyes out? For what? For who? Who died? Shit! I must have been fucking stupid before I could apologize. Lee beat me to it. “I’m so sorry my friend isn’t feeling well today. I’ll get your drinks and then clean up this mess.” She said as she guided me to the locker room. I looked at Lee and asked, “Did I just cry?” “Yeah, you did. Surprisingly,” was her response.

if they wanted to...Amalia was stiff on her spot, with the serious and angry expression on Ari's face, she couldn't help but shiver...this reminds her of her bitter and painful past she had tried to put away, all the torture, the loud voices fill with hates and disgust, it brings back every single one of them and she can't help it..."Amalia!!!?" Ari calls out upon seeing her shivering, her face and skin were growing pale. Nelly holds on to her leafing her to a seat, it is her first time seeing Amalia in such a condition and the sight of her scares her most..."Amalia!!!?" Nelly calls out with a worried expression on her face and voice laced with concern..." what's wrong with her? is she sick

She pulls her hands away. "Get out" She wimpers "what?" He asked confused "i said GET OUT" she screams, pushing him out of the room and slams the door on her face. Her legs fell weak, and she falls to the floor and tears flow down her face. She covers her month, trying to block out the noice, she doesn't want Charles to see her crying. Just then her phone bings from under the bed. The crawls to the bed and pulls it out.

My eyes were beginning to get blurry now, making me even angrier. “You.. are a betrayer!” With that, my tears rolled down and I was full-blown crying. I immediately covered my face from how embarrassing, that was while silently weeping. Armin sighed and said, “I'm not giving you to Mickel, stupid.” I peeled my fingers away from my face and looked at Armin's back. Was he serious? I grabbed his pinky finger and looked at his face. His eyes were still a bright white. Armin looked at me and shook his head. He placed his hand into his pocket and handed me a key.

Arham said with mixed emotions of anger and sadness. "I wanted to see how can people celebrate after doing so bad with others and you know, I am so amazed at them, " Ayat said, wiping the corners of her eyes and looking at him with a sad smile.Arham cupped her face with his left hand. "You can let things out when you are with me... No need to be strong, at least not in front of me," He said, staring into her red eyes. Ayat hide her face in his chest and started crying, clenching his shirt over her shoulder. Arham closed his eyes and hugged her back.

“Hey.” Arman smiled as soon as he sighted me, and it stilled me for a moment. This smile was… different. You see, I’ve watched Arman a lot in person, and I’ve watched his movies to try to get hints about the man, but this smile? This wasn’t "Arman." It was the smile of a little boy seeing his first best friend. I once treated a six-year-old boy in the pediatric ward; he had a sprained wrist and was in tears, but the minute his buddy came to see him, he found the courage to smile through the pain.

Armani insists, desperation creeping into his voice. I snort. "He’s met me, like, three times." Armani shifts Noah again, awkwardly bouncing him. "Still! He stares at you all the time." "That’s because I have a face," I deadpan. Armani shoots me a desperate glare. Noah hiccups between sobs, his tiny body trembling in Armani’s arms. His fingers clutch at Armani’s shirt, little knuckles turning white. His cries aren’t just noise now; they’re real, gut-wrenching sobs, the kind that come from sheer panic.

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.