Baki Crying Novels & Stories

“I called you ‘mommy,’” Biscuit said, tilting her head. “Mommy, why are you crying? Did I make you sad?” She tiptoed and tried to wipe away Aria’s tears, but she was too small to reach. Anxious, she tugged at Aria’s sleeve, urging her to crouch down so she could wipe her tears properly. Aria followed the little girl's gentle tug and knelt down, letting her dab at her face over and over. Finally, Aria sniffled and smiled, “Mommy’s not crying, sweetheart. I’m just really happy to see you—that’s why I cried a little.”

Angelica’s POV As I reached into my backpack for another set of clothes, I quickly realized that I was out, making me toss the backpack back to the floor, as I let out a growl of frustration. Tears began to pour down my cheeks, as I no longer could hold back the pain, while I slid to the floor, mad at myself for allowing myself to have feelings for him.

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

“Baby. Look at me.” I can’t look at him. I don’t want him to see me crying. Jace grabs my chin gently and pulls my face toward him. Looking down at his lap I do everything I can to avoid his eyes. As if he can read my mind Jace leans down until our eyes meet. “Baby, please stop crying.” I wipe at my eyes again, as if that erases the fact he already saw me crying. His thumb gently wipes away the tears that begin falling. “Why are you crying baby?” He says in a voice so soft it creates a whole new wave of tears.

Becky saw Azariah crying, and she felt like her heart was going to melt. It is so disheartening seeing a man like Azariah cry. Well, it is not the first time that she is seeing the young man cry, neither is it the first time that Becky's heart was Melting. She had several things to talk about but then, she didn't have the courage to talk, and she knows deep in her that she has to do something about it, if not, things might not go well for her, and that is the sad truth.

I was compromising one. Suddenly loud voices started to beam.Something was wrong I know.Then I saw baba's figure rushing in fury and nano was crying saying Abu : "Its 2 weeks since my daughter died and he is talking about marriage.Was she that unforgettable.My child" I have no idea why they were weeping.Ok he is marrying.I would get another mama with new dresses and makeup.But why Ami was crying...

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

The pain inside me had nowhere else to go. Behind me, I heard Bianchi’s footsteps approach, fast and angry. “What are you crying for?” he snapped. “Stop being so fucking dramatic, acting like you care when we both know you don’t. Get back to your room.” His words sliced through me like blades, but I couldn’t stop crying.

“Bestie, I thought you’d be sleeping. I’m so sorry I called this late.” “Yes,” I choke, my voice heavy. “Yes… I understand you’re busy.” “Bestie, what is going on?” Her voice filled with worry. “I’m so sorry, my love… don’t you worry. I’m switching to video call now.” “Okay.” Her face fills the screen. Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, bestie… have you been crying?” “I… I… no,” I force out, the lump in my throat nearly choking me. “It’s… it’s nothing.”

Bianca nods positively, weeping within her as she strode to the bathroom. Immediately she rushed into her bathroom, moved below the shower, and twisted the shift knob. Waterfalls on her hair as she sighs, uncontrollably bursting into tears again. She couldn't control that anger, she could only transform it into tears. Draining her clothing, she squats on the bathroom floor, burying her head in between her lips as she cried out her flaming anger. Shivering and quivering as every drop of water comes in contact with her body. “Why crying?” A masculine voice echoed in the bathroom.