Arthur Cries Novels & Stories

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out

The memory of the day he saw his wolf family being killed one by one clearly appeared, making Arthur mad, losing control even more, punching the iron door with force, creating an extremely loud noise, growling and screaming: “Gruhhh -ARGHHHHH!!!!!” The protrusion of the door had appeared as a long tear, the hinges were wobbly, and the ground and stone also fell into the dust. As soon as the crowd stepped out to the door of the long tunnel, they also heard the screams, and everyone was afraid to turn their heads to look.

In Ha continued to sob. "I'm not crying. It's been raining." Arthur said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He waited for In Ha's tears to subside. He didn't know what made this woman cry. But he knew this woman didn't love him, no, not yet. Expecting his feelings to be reciprocated was an blatant courage, for now, he was very happy to be by her side. Be under the same light.

Chapter 126 Iris's POV I couldn't stop the tears as they rolled down my cheeks like it was an highway. The more I tried to stop he more I cried bitterly, Arthur couldn't look me in the eye as he drove as fast as he could. He tried to pacify me and gently touched my hands but I slapped it away and looked outside the window. The sound of my crying became rhythmic with the sound of the running engine of the car. My cries intensified as we journeyed past the familiar road to Arthur's mansion. The moment he try to speak I'll raise my voice even higher and cry louder until the sound of my cries overshadowed his own voice hence he relented and didn't speak to me anymore.

one of them urged. "You're not thinking clearly. Let us handle this." Arthur’s chest heaved with exertion as he tried to break free. He stopped struggling and his anger slowly began to dissipate, replaced by deep sadness. He looked at Doctor Mike, who was still cowering on the floor, and then at the lifeless bodies of Kelly and Khloe. “How can you be so incompetent?" Arthur asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was about to cry but held his stance. The nurse stepped forward, her eyes filled with tears.

But luckily he managed to stop his car in time before he hit another car that was passing from the opposite direction. "You okay? Did you hit something on your body?” Arthur's face was pale. His hands were cold as Nickson touched them. Arthur looked very shocked in his chair and looked like he was about to cry when Nickson hugged him. "You're safe. Daddy's with you." “Daddy…. I miss Mommy. I'm scared." After Nickson hugged him for a long time, Arthur then cried very hard on his shoulder. Arthur screamed and howled in Nickson's arms and made Nickson's chest hurt even more. He felt so bad for making Arthur lose a mother figure who was very precious to him.

“I must have been insane to reject it in the first place. I—I’m sorry. Please, I need the money to save my sister, and I’ll do anything.” Her words hung in the air... He didn’t know that listening to someone cry like this could affect him so much, he had heard his grandmother cry before—usually about his refusal to settle down and get married—but this was different. It never felt like this… The rehearsed lines he’d prepared, the responses he’d planned—all of it vanished in an instant, and for the first time, Arthur found himself at a loss for words. It hadn’t been a coincidence when he’d met her by the stairwell. Arthur had seen her and followed her deliberately. From the start of her conver

All the emotions I’ve stuffed down for months— grief, humiliation, anger— come churning to the surface, clawing their way out. Arthur doesn’t say a word. He just watches. He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t try to comfort me. I’m glad. Because if he had, I would have bitten him. By the time the car hits the highway, I’ve cried myself out. My mascara is smeared, my face hot and blotchy. I swipe at my cheeks with the back of my hand, not caring how wrecked I look. “Are you okay now?” Arthur’s voice is soft. He leans forward, grabs a bottle of water from the front, and hands it to me.

I tried my absolute hardest to answer him calmly and properly, biting my lips hard trying my best to stop myself from crying or breaking down completely again. "I... I am fine Uncle Arthur," I lied softly, my voice shaking and trembling completely betraying my own words. "I just... I just watched something sad on TV, that is all... please don't worry about me..." "Don't lie to me, Luna." Arthur interrupted me gently but firmly, his voice serious and deep sounding as though he clearly knew everything already. "Do you really think I cannot tell immediately just hearing your voice? You have been crying heavily, you are trembling, and you are obviously hurting right now. Tell me exactly what hap

I slide my hand into his and interlock our pinky fingers. "Promise, dear. You're not a crybaby, just my baby." Arthur jumps on top of me for a hugand the grip, repeating countless times that the last time he cried was because he fell and hurt himself. When I pull away enough to check his face, he's grinning." Do what you need to do." I point to the toilet, and he heads for it, I tell him to be careful and turn my back to give him privacy as I promised, but a noise coming from the hallway catches my attention and I almost step forward into the darkness.