Cries Cutely Novels & Stories

‍ Just scr⁠eam​s an⁠d sc‍reams and scre‌ams. I⁠’ve checked everything. Diaper. Temper⁠a⁠ture. Burpe‍d‍ her. Rocked h‍er. Sung to her. No⁠th‍ing wo‌r‌ks.⁠ “⁠I don’t know what you want!”‌ I’m cryin‍g‍ harder​ than she is now. “Please. Pl​e⁠ase j‍ust t‌ell me what you ne‌ed.”

My heart swelled like the Grinches at the movie's end when his first cry rang out as he entered the world. "Dada, Dada!" Tate's high-pitched squeal rang out, sending a poor rabbit running for the hills. Zac squats down, scooping his bite-size clone into his large protective arms. "How's, my little man?" Tate cackles in pure joy as Zac tickles his tummy. Tilting his head to me, "You okay, babe?"

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

He wrapped his tiny hands around my neck and wept bitterly on the crook of my neck. “I want my mummy,” he cried repeatedly into my skin, which came out as a muffled sound, but thanks to my sharpened ears, I heard him clearly. “Take me to my mummy,” he cried again. I cuddled him tightly to my chest and whispered sweet nothings into his ears hoping that somehow, my words comforted him. My heart was torn from just watching him cry so much and then I remembered he had a cut on his arm. “What happened, sweetie?” I asked, carefully lifting his arm to observe it. The cut looked like he was clawed. The blood looked and smelled fresh, which once again, provoked my urges.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes. He smiled, and then it was full-blown hysterical laughter, he had a crazed look, blood dripping down his cheeks, “You have no idea who I am, cagna(bitch). I like to see you in pain, the more you resist me, the more pain is going to cause you.”

"NO WAY! Listen to this, ahem! My face is like an exam, people don't even want to look or think about it!" Ione said in a high pitched voice, as if squealing to get everyone's attention. "What? That's the best you can do? Oh please, listen to this! Ahem, Alexa says your broken butt can't even afford me!" Cryx added after he tossed his phone aside in the couch and rolled his eyes sarcastically. Ione got mad and threw a book in his face. Pfft. Classic Ione!

I shush her while I dress her in her pink and white daddy loves me, baby grow. I pick her up and look at her, and she stops crying, her bottom lip poking out while tears trail down her cheeks. “Oh princess, it breaks my heart when she cries like that,” Cole pouts, wiping away her tears with his fingers. “She cries like you,” Cole states looking at me. I scowl at him. “Are you saying I cry like a baby?” I question, put out, and Cole laughs, shaking his head.

"Shall I call Sira or no? Shall I call Sira or no?" Gracie chants back and forth, feeling anxious more than ever. With a final grunt, she drops back to her bed and kicks the air multiple times before crying and whining like a toddler who has been denied to buy both toys and is supposed to choose one.

“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.