Armin Crying Novels & Stories

I bit my bottom lip to subside the cry that desperately wanted to leave my lips when my body ached. “What is going on here?” Jocelina asked frantically. I noticed her and her daughter chasing after us the moment we arrived home. “Tell Morgana to help her clean up, give her medicine and ointments too,” Aramis didn’t look inside the room because of an obvious reason. After he had finished talking, he jogged away from us.

Nicolai got shocked when he saw how Owen look like right now. He immediately approach him while getting his handkerchief on his pocket. "What's wrong? What happened?" Worried, he asked the man who is crying without a sound. Owen looks like he's not on himself right now. His eyes is full of anger and frustration. It's like his crying because he is angry. "Damn it, enough shopping." Nicolai secretly gritted his teeth.

And of all places why here? The front door opened. "Amara? Why are you squatting on the floor? Are you not feeling well?" How humiliating! I couldn't escape with him blocking the gate so all I could do was hide my face. I tried to speak clearly. "I... I'm fine." But my voice betrayed me. "Why is she crying? What did you do?!" "I didn't do anything!" "Nonsense! You were acting weird earlier too!" I tuned out their conversation and buried my face in my hoodie.

I recognized his breaths. "AMI....." he cried and cried,then kissed my dado cold forehead.When everyone came to take Dado I saw forward,I saw him clutching his body with one hand,tears streaming down his cheeks,His eyes met mine.The intensity of pain almost killed me.So much emotions were swirling through those chocolate orbs. I looked down not able to stare,If I were old Hayat I would surrender to him but this time I left his eyes,the desire to have him.I let go this stupid love.

Amarachi was unable to bring herself to say the word she dreaded. She always felt emotional when she thought of it. She squeezed her hands together trying to speak. "Raped"chief victor completed for her, drops of tears falling on his cheeks. Amarachi gasped and nodded her head. "How did you know sir?" She suddenly noticed he was crying. Why was he crying? "God. I never imagined such a day would come"He exclaimed as his cries became much more deeper. Amarachi felt so confused. Nothing was adding up or making sense to her.

Sorry, I couldn't help it; she's too beautiful in my eyes," I whispered embarrassedly due to the pulsating sensation in my chest. Ari asked Orson what was going on, and when she asked why he was reprimanding us, he snapped out. I felt a fluctuation in Ari's emotions, so I wanted to punch him once. However, he suddenly looked mortified while looking at his sister. I was so shocked when my gaze landed on Ari's crying face. She was begging Orson to spare us and telling him that it was her fault. My chest started to clench because of the intense longing that she is feeling right now. Who was it that she longs for in the first place? Was it another male from her previous life? No. Ari is not like

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

tears are running down my face watching her pleading eyes. "I'm sorry Armina, I can't promise that" I sob. There is no way. "Even if it means killing our son?" She asks, her eyes starting to darken, I can feel her losing her battle. "I'm sorry" I beg of her, "Please stay with me, baby, please" my hands shaking as I try to keep her close to me. Her eyes suddenly close and her body goes limp. My chest is heavy as I know when she opens her eyes again it won't be the same Armina.

Armin reached for her, but she stayed still, staring off into the distance, unable to reconcile the love she had for him with the overwhelming disappointment flooding her soul. Armin’s hand rested gently on Seraphina’s trembling shoulder, his lips brushing against her tear-streaked cheek in an attempt to comfort her. “Seraphina…” he whispered, his voice soft yet pleading. But she remained silent, her tears falling freely, the pain and disappointment heavy in her chest.

“You let go of the guilt. Almira’s memory isn’t a chain—your guilt is. Free yourself from that, and her memory will no longer haunt you. It will guide you.” Her words settled heavily in the room, and something inside him broke—something he had clung to for far too long. He lowered his head, and for the first time in years, tears spilled freely. Not the silent, controlled tears he allowed himself at night, but raw, shaking sobs that came from the center of his chest. Dr. Arista let him cry. Only when he quieted did she speak again. “Argan, what is it you want now? Truly want?”