Cries Cutely Novels & Stories

My mind raced, but no words would come. “Mommy! Daddy!” Crissy wailed, her voice cracking with helpless desperation as she stumbled toward her parents. Tears streamed down her blood-streaked face, mixing with the fresh crimson from the gash on her cheek. She looked every bit the victim—fragile, terrified, and devastatingly convincing.

“We destroyed it… I mean, it was damaged during the struggle. It doesn’t work.” I watched him closely. He was panicking. A guilty person always revealed more when they were afraid. “The glass is broken,” I admitted calmly. “That is true.” I allowed a small smile to appear. “But the information inside is safe. Like I said, I have listened to it and even watched a few clips myself. Some of which are not… children friendly.” Jake stared at me in shock as he knew what I meant. I walked closer to the stage, allowing my aura to spread through the room as the air changed instantly.

Catherine said softly as she tried to make him understand. Adriel wiped his tears with his chubby hands. "And mommy can see us from there. So don't cry monkey, mommy would get sad." Catherine said as she squished both of his cheeks between her hands making him groan out as he pushed her hands away and glared at her while cupping his red chubby cheeks now. "It hurts." He grumbled as she giggled. "Can't help it." She grinned at her brother.

I scream in anguish. "Cedriiiiiiiiiiiiiic!!!!" 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“ ~Freya~ Mr. Cutie is literally the sweetest little human I’ve ever seen. His eyes are a deep, clear green, the kind that catch the light and hold it. Long lashes frame them, making him look almost angelic. I’ve taken it upon myself to care for him and for Lucy, until she wakes. I’m grateful I decided to visit when I did. I can’t imagine Lucy going through all this alone. If I hadn’t been here, who would look after her baby?

Going toward the drawers I grab the scissors and start cutting my hair "You think your so fucking special huh" I cry out as I take another strand and cut it off "Well news flash you're not, you're really not you're just sick" I take another strand and cut it off "You're broken" I cut off another strand "You're unlovable" I cut off another strand "You're pathetic" I cut off another strand "And most importantly you're useless ... you're not -you're j-just your- oh my god" I drop the scissors and just sob drop onto floor. Crying I start picking up all the pieces of my hair

Iris held the baby and tears came from her eyes she was smiling and staring at the beautiful child. "Your children remind me of my late husband you see," Iris explained and Astra nodded. She was feeling quite emotional herself. Nicholas came close and held his mother. A child could really perform miracles. Hailey Brianna Michealson was a crier at six weeks she knew how to effectively communicate using tears and shouts. Astra thought that the twins were difficult to care for as child since there were two of them, but Hailey put them both to shame, she could win the two of them combined in a crying contest.

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?"

“Our next song is for those people who had a crush on someone as they couldn’t express it exactly, but it is there. This song is entitled. ‘Too Cute Too Handle.’ Strumming the guitar as the drum struck and the keyboard is place, the tune starts as Sky sings popularize by a Thai musician Off and Gun. “Stop smiling at me or looking this way, I’m losing my mind. My immunity to you is none. Stop flirting around, or looking into my eyes. You give me goodnight calls and I become vulnerable. Then you say you miss me…as a friend. My mind wanders a far it takes me a while to process. You tell me not to fall for you, I doubt you can do that too. For me to stop loving you, just stop being lovely first

A lump formed in her throat, and silent tears rolled down her cheeks before she knew it. "What's wrong?" Brisa immediately looked concerned. "Why are you crying all of a sudden? Did that brat Gregory do something again? Just say the word, and I'll straighten him out!" "No, that's not it." Anathea quickly wiped her tears and forced a smile. "It's just... Your cooking is too good." Brisa sighed in relief and handed her a tissue, gently wiping away the damp streaks on her face. "Well, eat as much as you want. There's plenty to go around."