Cries Cutely Novels & Stories

Aira on the other side caressed my hair and wiped my tears with her thumb. "Crying is bad for your baby," Hailey was trying to console me but I couldn't set aside the pain in my heart. "Hailey, help me," I was desperate to end the awful feeling inside but I knew that it'll forever be plastered in my system for the rest of my life. "Hailey I want to leave," I was sobbing in between my words.

What had been barely noticeable now became clearly visible. “Aunt Rita said that you can cry when you’re happy too,” she said. “She said that’s called ‘crying with joy.’ She also cried after winning a very small case in court. She said that’s a good kind of cry.” Jenny’s lips moved slightly. This time, the movement was slightly more pronounced. The curve of her lips changed from flat to slightly upward, creating a faint arc between the tear stains and cracked skin. “Aunt Rita is very smart,” said Jenny.

Hiro raised his eyebrows. Kisses pouted her pinkish lips, her eyes became watery while playing her hands, her chubby cheeks were now red and when, Hera noticed that Kisses was about to cry. She gently pulled, Kisses and hugs the baby who cried immediately when she embraced her. While Clinton spoke softly at his son. "I told you not to bully the girls, didn't I? Unlike Cyro and Creed who doesn't cry, Kisses is soft-hearted and It's really bad if you don't know how to share. Do you want them to stop be friends?"

She cried there again silently. And Xander could only curse at himself for causing her to cry silently, again. 🔸🔸🔸

"To hell and you will have to get used to this hell." Rex warned her. Poor innocent Julie did not know the reason for the anger of the angry man standing in front of her. She started crying again. Seeing her crying like this, Rex got even more angry with her. And he said while grinding his teeth in anger, "Don't try to console me by pretending to cry in front of me. This effort will backfire on you. I like this room to be clean. It has reached this state because of you. So you will have to clean it, understand."

I would capture this moment for ever in this frame. “Please bhai/brother look at me …”, I shouted and he and uncle both turned their heads looking in my direction. I clicked them. “No more tears please .. Because …” “Priya hate tears …”, they singsong in unison. “Look who is saying this … our confused cry baby ", Krish butted in suddenly and I gaped him. “I am not a cry baby ", I crossed my arms across my chest frowning at him. “Yes you are ..you are actually having a cry sick. No matter whatever the situation is , for you opening the water taps must " , He pressed my nose button. I slapped his hand away scrunching my nose up.

◇AVI POV◇ Finally I became dad iam so happy my son is same as cutie his features everything my princess is same as me even she behaves like me sometimes today it's my babies naming ceremony my cutie is busy in making my babies ready I taken my princess into my arms she always stays in my arms than my son he is mamma's boy always stays with my cutie we came downstairs Roshan bought his princess like cutie and ishi our daughters also love each other everyone is waiting for us when they seen my princess aryan took her from my hands and started playing

My mouth opens in a silent scream as I curl into myself, tears streaming down my face with me being unable to form any words. “Crystalline!” Matrix calls out, dropping the wood and knife to cradle my body. His worried gaze searches my one before moving to my body. I watch as his face goes from tense with worry, to soft with relief as he lets out a chuckle. This idiot has the gulls to laugh while I am in pain.

_Rosalie_ "Are you ever going to stop crying?" A small voice groaned pulling me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I looked up my vision blurry from the tears. "You've been crying for over hours now." Cage sighed. "Stop, you'll get sick mummy." He wiped my tears away then cupped my cheeks between his small hands. "I'm sorry mummy, I'm sorry for my horrible behavior and attitude towards you." He sighed looking at the floor.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.