Bendy Crying Novels & Stories

IBIM Bevy was crying her, her voice was cracked and her sobs filled the bathroom stall, she was in. I was in the one next to hers, with my feet hugging my knees, in the most uncomfortable position on the toilet seat. I felt bad for listening to her cry, it felt like I was stealing from her, the privacy she had wanted but there I was as she cried for reasons unknown to me.

I can still see the outline of his toned body and my eyes light with electricity and fire forms in my stomach. I can see his eyes start to glisten as he covers his face with his hands to cover his crying. I try to hold back my tears, but it's becoming so hard. Thankfully, the veil is in my face so no one can see the tears escaping me, but by the encouraging squeeze against my arms, Cypress and Benjamin are the only ones that can tell.

"Beg him to save you because if he tells me to kill you already, I will do it without delay." "Nooo!! Nooo pleaseee. Spare meee!!" The boy is now crying hard, palms rubbing each other as a sign of begging. He begged hard for Gabbie's brother and his friend. Meanwhile, Xander looked at the other bunch of students at the back and they all kneeled in unison, crying their heart out for mercy. "We will not do it again. Sorry sorry Garry sorry Seth. Please f-forgive me!!" The leader started and all the other boys cried for mercy altogether, saying sorry again and again.

Seeing this scene, the teacher's heart immediately sympathized, and she bent down and helped him wipe his cheeks. 'Be good and stop crying.' 'Thinking of mommy, teacher, can't you just make a call? I just want to hear mommy's voice...' Bryan pleaded, and the teacher was a kind-hearted person, besides having a daughter, so she was well aware of the child's attachment to his mother, and seeing such a pitiful appearance, she struggled a bit in her heart before sighing. 'Okay, no more crying, the teacher will take you to my office and we'll secretly call mommy, okay?'

I instructed and he complied with his head still bent low. After much silence I decided to talk. "Yaya" I called and he replied me with a silent "hmm" I used my hands to lift up his face and was shocked with the sight before me. He was crying. He had been crying all these while. That explained his physical appearance so well. I went to him and hugged him, I was supposed to cry but Suprisingly my tear gland failed me.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

Without thinking, I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. He didn't resist. Instead, he leaned into the embrace like someone who had been holding himself together for far too long. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "So... so sorry." I gently rubbed his back. "You don't have to apologize." For several minutes, neither of us spoke. I simply stood there, letting him cry. There were no loud sobs. No dramatic sounds. Alex Anderson never did anything dramatically. But the pain in his tears told me how deeply he had been hurting.

Breen looked away, to give her some dignity. DIGNITY? The word ripped through her mind like knife through butter. She put her arms into the sleeves and gathered it at the buttons. It wouldn’t cover her big boobs! Sniffling, she began to cry loudly in self pity. “Dammit! Can’t I get a break today?” Suddenly, she was grabbed around the waist and pulled from the horse. Breen tugged her to his chest. Her crying halted in mid weep. He gathered her close and laid her head on his shoulder.

"James, am I just a prop for your company's image recovery? You want me to clean up your mess? "How dare you? We're divorced and you're still trying to manipulate me?" I turned to leave, but James grabbed my sleeve, dropping to both knees, his eyes red and voice bitter. "Rachel, please. I really know I was wrong. The livestream apology was necessary, but I truly don't want this divorce. Don't leave me." I yanked my sleeve away in disgust, ignoring his pleading. "Don't touch me. You're repulsive." James stared at my unconcealed disgust, opened his mouth, then closed it with a bitter smile before slowly getting up and leaving.

He straightened, his expression shifting into something proud and distinctly defensive. "JB. Don't lie to me." "I'm not." The reply came too fast, his voice too unsteady for the words to hold. "I'm an alpha male. I don't cry—" "Oh, JB." She reached up and took his face gently in both hands, drawing him forward until his head rested against her chest. She cradled him the way he always seemed to need and never once asked for. "Don't be ashamed of it. Crying is not weakness. An outburst of emotion doesn't make you any lesser than you are." Her fingers moved slowly through his hair. Jebediah went quiet — no protest, no further performance. "Don't worry, you sweet thing. I won't tell a soul."