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Cedric tried to suppress his rising anger. But Luna was not yet two years old and sensitive to emotions. She felt Cedric's restrained fury and continued wailing. "Mommy! Mommy!" What started as a soft cry escalated into a frantic scream. Cedric fell silent. His head throbbed from the noise. Finally, he lifted the crying child from the ground. He took note of her beautifully long eyelashes adorned with tears. It made her look pitiful indeed.

[Slate] After his declaration, everyone started to laugh and his little cheeks puffed up and out while his face burned red and his green eyes kindled with an inner fire. But Sebastian James, the powerful little alpha pup, did something nobody expected. He started to cry. Not just little tears, but big, wracking sobs, like his heart is breaking into a thousand little pieces.

Soft cries that became more and more like screams. Clarita tried to reach the princess's gurney with great difficulty. He even forgot that the stitches on his stomach had not dried completely. She kept forcing herself to reach for the gurney until she accidentally dropped the glass, making the princess's cries get louder. Not only the princess, but now the baby in her arms was also crying because she was shocked.

Schina replied to her query. “Well, in fact, you look bad when you cry so… I begged you to stop doing that to yourself because we can’t help you if someone spread your ugly face when you cried,” Trix jokes to stop her. “Do you mean that you only care about my beautiful face?” She complains as she saw them nods as a reply to her question. “H—ow can someone stay beautiful when crying?” Aicko sobs, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Why don’t you ask, Trixie? She is good in acting,” Schina whispered in her ears to make her laugh. They all know that Trix is also bad, she looks uglier when she cries compared to her.

Amy wiped my photo across my face to dry the tears on my cheek. "If you behave and stay quiet, we won't make you suffer." Chris picked up one of my action figures. "No! Not that! Please, I’m begging you." I shook my head, still crying. "You’d better shut up, or I’ll break everything like this." Chris snapped the head off the action figure he was holding, and I cried even louder. "Not the head! Please, stop it. Please." "Then shut your mouth!"

year and he still is cruel and cold to me as if I ran over his pet hamster or something. It wasn't until just last month though that he started to make sexual comments towards me about my appearance and how I dress. Shade Andrews is about 6 foot 4 while I stand at a 5 foot 7 small frame. He has longish black hair and bright blue eyes with snake bite piercings and tattoos that cover his arms and chest, he is toned and muscular as the future alpha should be and scares more then half of the men in the pack. While myself have long black hair that reaches my waist and hazel grey eyes, my nose is pierced and so is my lip, for me being short I'm fit and have a small waist and according to my frien

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He instantly becomes tense, and his body starts to tremble. "No!! No!! He chanted, trembling. I quickly pulled him in my embrace, and my tears streamed down my face. "Shhh!!! Don't cry. I won't ask anymore. I'll cut your hair first, okay?" I whispered, rubbing his back. Slowly, he calmed down, and finally, he stopped crying. I dried his face with a smile on my face. "There, you look handsome, smiling. When you cry, you look ugly." "Yah! Who looks handsome when crying?" He snarled.

I could see the meltdown coming, and panic surged through me. “Please, just… just hold on, don’t do what you’re about to—” I started, but it was too late. She burst into tears, her wails piercing the air like a siren. The sound grated on my nerves, each sob amplifying my irritation. I hated when babies cried—not out of sympathy, but because it was so damn annoying. And this brat, whose tongue was sharper than a razor, was now crying as if I’d stolen her favorite toy.

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.