Butters Crying Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, they will let her go, stop crying, you are making me feel sad." "You don't know how I feel, I am dying slowly but I just can't cry in front of Mother because I have to keep pretending that Cathy is safe, that the people who kidnapped her just want money." "You can cry if you want to." Brett's words were the right words she needed; whenever she wanted to cry, either George or Gregory would ask her not to cry but here, she was given the privilege to cry. She cried uncontrollably on Brett's shoulder, he let her hug him, and he pressed her to himself more, he was even caressing her neck with his hand but Whitney didn't notice it, Jane was watching Brett's action, he saw Gregory com

If he is like this how can I make my Buttercup fall for him again? 'She has already fallen for him deeply' my subconscious mocked and I agreed to it. But, the next thing I noticed made me realize that something big had happened at that party. I saw tear stains on his face like what I saw on my Buttercup's face. What the hell happened? This is not the first time I'm watching him crying silently but this is the first time I'm watching him like this. He is sitting like he has lost the most precious thing in his life. Seeing him like this, I remember that day when I saw the same Vincenzo who I'm seeing now.

“Butterfly” "Go away before I lose control over myself" She shouted and turned her head in another direction.. She wasn't crying anymore. I hurt her so much that her tears got dry but her pain didn't end. I broke her and the worst thing is I lost her again. I turned my body to the other side and a tear rolled from my eyes which I had been trying to control ever since I saw her in pain.

Broderick turned around and was about to say something when he saw Gisselle with red eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. He was startled, took off his headphones, and whispered, "I was wearing headphones, I didn't hear anything, why are you crying?" Gisselle cried louder and louder. Broderick helplessly reached out to wipe her tears. He had seen women cry before, but when this little bandit started crying, it was like a floodgate had been opened. Tears flowed like broken beads, streaming out in large drops, both sad and heartbreaking. "I hated you so much," she said, hiccuping and crying, "Why do you always see me in embarrassing situations?"

But the cries lasted for minutes, and Patricia started to get irritated. "What the hell is your problem!" She yelled at the crying baby as soon as she entered the room. The baby continued to cry. "Stop crying!" Patricia yelled even louder, thinking that her son would stop because of it. But what does a days-old baby know? They don't even understand sound. So the baby continued to cry. "I said stop crying!" Patricia's eyes caught the baby's diaper and touched it. She realized that the reason why the baby was crying is because of his wet diaper.

I saw him, lying facing his back to me, I smiled and lay down, hugging him from behind after switching off the lights. He clasped my hand tightly. "Good night, sweetie Master. I'll punish you tomorrow as I'm feeling sleepy now." I said in his ears and closed my eyes to sleep. But the next moment only I opened my eyes as I felt a drop of water fall on my hand. Is it his tear? "Ethan, are you crying?" I asked concernedly. "No, Butterfly, are you crazy? Why will I cry?" He answered me after a few seconds, but he sounded upset.

Seeing Ethan today had brought back memories I thought I had forgotten and that smile he had on his face…… It scared me so much. My hormones were messing me once more but crying out my heartfelt good, it seemed like I was releasing all the emotions I was feeling, anger, fear, tension, and Cassandra gently rub also helped. After a few minutes of crying my eyes out, I broke away from the hug and my gaze flickered to Carter, he had a solemn expression on his face, and I’m sure he already suspected that something must have gone wrong in the bathroom, “Carter, can we keep this little breakdown away from Zayn?”

His voice was weak, barely above a whisper. Tabitha's eyes widened as she pointed at his face. "You're... crying," she said, her voice softening in disbelief. Jonathan reached up to his face, his fingers brushing over his wet cheeks. He hadn't even realized it until that moment. Tears had been streaming down his face, silent and unstoppable. His face was hot and swollen from the constant flow of tears, and his chest felt tight, weighed down by sorrow.

But a click from Xander made them move like robots with a controller. Gabbie roamed her eyes to see the maids who are still in their spots, very scared to move an inch. Some thought runs to her mind whether they've been constantly seeing this kind of viciousness inside this house? Because if that's not the case, why is she the only one crying? She is now a crying mess.

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible