Baki Crying Novels & Stories

"I'm okay, Baby. Please don't cry anymore, alright?" Byan gently wiped away the tears streaming from Kia's tired, brown eyes. The girl hadn’t stopped crying, her tears flowing uncontrollably since earlier—an overwhelming mix of relief and lingering shock. "I-I can’t... can’t stop, Byan. My tears... they just keep falling..." The girl, with her long hair disheveled from crying, was still sobbing when Byan pulled her close into his arms. Kia instantly wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking comfort.

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.

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.

As I got down into the basement steps, the whimpers and crying got even more louder Someone was definitely crying . Moma sometimes hug me and she does it really tightly sometimes that her eyes turns black and it feels like she wants to squeeze me till I can't breathe anymore. I hate it when moma's eyes turns black because then Dad starts hitting her while she chases him with a knife I got to the main door of the basement, this time it was clear someone was crying I peeped into the small hole, someone was there. Moma took another person . I hear different voices every week and then they stopped for some time

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"

“Hello! Hello, Babi are you there? What happened?” “Babi speak what is happening? I am worried!” I couldn’t say a word but I started crying. I cried and cried so hard till I was sobbing. But after that, he didn’t say a single word and hung up the call. I was more heartbroken when he hung up. I build up so much courage to call him and he just hung up. How can he do that? Tears couldn’t stop rolling in my eyes. Cell phone dropped from my hand overground.

Nozomi breathed heavily and tears streamed down her cheeks. [Luna?!] /BaoBao.../ [Luna! Luna! You’re back!] /BaoBao... It’s so tough... So noisy... So pain.../ Nozomi sounded strangled as her tears poured onto the ground. BaoBao's anxiety and fears melted away and his tears burst forth as well. [Luna... Luna... I was so worried... You're really a lot better than you think...] BaoBao continued to encourage her despite his tears.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”