Avatar Neytiri Crying Novels & Stories

Amelia’s POV I shut the door close with a bang and lean myself against the door. After crying for a long time, I need air now. Nyx doesn’t follow me. Finally, I have a chance to breath. I squat down and take deep breaths, trying not to think about Nyx, because just thinking about him makes me cry. He’s a real jerk! I need to do something to get diverted. My feet still hurt. And there’s throbbing pain in my head. My eyes are swollen and sore from crying. I’m now a whole mess.

Nothing to do with what humans offer their girlfriends. I turned my eyes back to his, and I saw he was agitated, afraid I was going to say no. “What are you waiting for, big idiot? Say yes." - Snow shouts excitedly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In a second, all the kisses we've exchanged, all the love we've made, materialize in my head. The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer:

Silence. A beat passes, and I can barely contain the tears threatening to fall. Never in my life have I ever put myself in such a vulnerable position. “Earth to you.” Thirst Trap snaps a finger at me, and that’s when I notice he’s on his knees, hovering over me. His face is blurry, thanks to my tears, and I can’t read his expression. “The infamous tough girl, Wraith, is crying,” he says, propping his body on his elbows so he hovers closer to me, “what a day to be alive.”

"He screamed at her. Suddenly Yuna eyes filled with tears, and she starting sniffing and crying. Jayden rolled his eye at her. "Why the hell are you crying now?" He shouts again. Yuna wipes her tears, but it did not stop. "Y-you shut up, I don't know, ok. I don't know why I am crying, but I am not scared of you" she shutter but continue wiping her tears. "Ok, now stop crying and eat it. It's good for the ba-your health. Once you are healthy enough, I will let you go."

LUCIAN: "Kris". I called again. All eyes were on us. She stared at me before getting up reluctantly to follow me out. Immediately she was out of the class, I backed her against the nearest wall, caging her between my body and the wall. Her head was down. "Baby…" I gently lifted her chin to see she was crying. Shit! I hate seeing her cry. Being the reason for her tears made me feel worse. I gently wiped her tears away with my thumb but more streamed down her face.

The tears flowed freely but not a sound came out from her mouth. Natasha, on the other hand, was throwing a tantrum. She screamed loudly, tears rolling down her eyes. She pulled her hair, jumped and wailed loudly. She was breathing hard, yet she didn’t stop crying. She panted as she screamed, wailed and cried. She breathed hard. Balls of sweat rolled down from her face. Snot ran down her nose but she was too busy crying to even bother to wipe it off. Jayden held Natasha who just shrugged him off, pushed him violently and continued her mourning. Unsure of what to do, he walked towards Diane and took his seat beside her. He put a hand on her knee. “Diane,” he called out in a whisper.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

The vanity mirror was a vast, silver-backed sheet of crystal that spanned the entire length of the marble wall. In its reflection, I didn't see the Tyrant. I saw a ghost with long blonde hair, eyes like frozen lakes, and a charcoal silk jumpsuit that looked more like a bruise against the blinding white of the room. My heart hadn't just stopped; it had been seized.

I say and look away, my feet firmly planted on the floor. For a minute, he doesn't say anything. I ball my hands into fists as tears threaten to spill out of my eyes again. No, I can't let him see me cry. “What's your name?” He asks, his voice devoid of any emotion just like his eyes. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and take them out. “V-Vaelora.” ‘mate.’ I shut my eyes, biting hard on my lips as a tear drips to the floor and I open them back, still not looking up at him.

Aeron’s POV Naeris’s tears undid me. I had seen her angry, seen her stubborn, seen her stand tall in front of people who wanted her to shrink. But this shattering was new. Her hands clutched the blanket like it was the only thing keeping her from breaking apart entirely, and the sobs wracked through her chest before she could stop them. Her tears weren’t delicate. They were raw. Ugly. The kind that carved lines down her face and made her breaths hitch sharp enough to hurt.