Bendy Crying Novels & Stories

The girl he still loved then hugged the girl and finally Baby could no longer hold back her tears. She cried while hugging the man. Only in this way can Baby vent all the emotions that are inside him now. "Crying because crying is not embarrassing and I'm here to hear everything you have to say." Baby's cries were getting louder, fortunately they were in a soundproof room. *** Bonito was surprised to find that his best friend's condition was messed up, not knowing what had happened but seeing the man's condition, it was certain that what happened to him was not trivial.

Bianca said while Kira tried stretching her arm but cried again in pain "Gosh," she said.

Sidney’s tears followed the example until they were both weeping. Aiden noticed Kendra’s emotion across the room first. Her eyes bobbed and swam in tears. Then he looked across to see Sidney just as consumed. They both quivered on the precipice of a breakdown. He pretended to not see the impending emotional storm, averted his eyes before their tide threatened to pull him under. Sidney stood and marched directly to Kendra, burying herself in her embrace. Kendra’s curls enveloped her as they clutched each other, their sobs causing them to quiver in a sick unison.

Reuben smiled and looked at Eli's broken arm. "I see you all the time to be honest. You're very unique. You never cry or look sad. You still manage to be high spirited in such a situation. That's great." Eli looked at her missing arm and took a deep breath. "If it was the old me, I would have drowned myself in tears. When I was younger and I accidentally got a cut on my finger, I cried for hours. But as I grew older, I realised that crying was pointless. If something has happened, it's happened. Crying won't change anything."

she pleaded. Benedict rolled his eyes, filled with disdain. “I’ll give you money for what happened. Name your price, and I’ll pay you.” Each word felt like a dagger to her heart. “I don't need your money!” she cried, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and heartbreak. Tears filled in her eyes and began running over her cheeks, as she poured out her feelings, “Why can’t you believe me? Can’t you see how much I care? This isn’t about wealth or status for me; it’s about us! I just want you to understand how deeply I love you!”

"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.

Why did it have to hurt this way? “Um, thanks for calling. Congratulations, Xandry! I’m so happy for you.” Am I? “Anyway, I really have to go. Um, I’ll call you soon,” I rushed out my words before I cried out from humiliation and mourning, then hung up. “Mommy, why are you cryin’? Is that Sandry you talk to?” Ben pulled my hand, staring at me with confusion in his eyes. Wiping my tears, I knelt down and pulled Ben into a hug. I nuzzled his neck, inhaling his fresh baby scent deep into my soul and clung to him.

“Beautiful,” A tiny voice sobs, a loud cry penetrating my desire impenetrable ears. Even in my long gone horny state, I recognize that cry, Arieya. I can't seem to push Adrian away fast enough, proving to myself if I truly wanted to earlier, I would have. Arieya stands a few feet away from us, sobbing her poor eyes out. I hastily rush to her, kneeling to comfort her. “My baby,” I whisper, rubbing her back. “What's wrong, did anyone hurt you?”

His brows furrowed as he scrutinized me. He had likely long forgotten what I had looked like the last time I miscarried. Now, he too thought I was faking it. Vanessa stepped forward first, her expression filled with disgust. "OMG, did you just pee yourself?” she gasped. She raised her voice deliberately, ensuring everyone’s attention shifted to my legs. A crushing wave of humiliation swallowed me, choking the air from my lungs. Instinctively, I turned to Lucas again. "Lucas, please… help me. My stomach—it hurts so much," I pleaded.