Cries Cutely Novels & Stories

My baby is crying. No... Why is he crying? Love, please, stop crying. You know how I hate it. I tried to rub his fingers to tell him to calm down. He was smiling as tears continuously fell from his eyes. "Can you remember me? Hmm? Baby, please. Move your fingers if your name is Nieva..."

I’m only human. “Ummm.” Dane stares at me like I have two heads, his brows knitting together in concern and confusion before he sighs at me. Seemingly resigning himself to the fact that he shouldn’t try and stop me. Looking at the crystal now, all I see is Dane, the dog, and Kayla, the cat, and it makes me want to howl all the more that this animal-related item, probably because I want to be a vet, is so much more and has a double meaning. “You’re so cute. It hurts my heart…. I love it so much. It’s so cute….” I cry at him, unveiled, mortifying wails of a child, mumbling through wet tears and trying to keep quiet but failing. I become a screwed-up, bumbling mess of emotions.

“No... Is someone possess me just now?Whatever happen?!” “What are you screaming for?” The bloody robe man appear down below and his face darkened. Crizilda smile sweetly. “Hun,” she called out and sweetly sigh while rubbing her tummy as if miserable. “Our darling is hitting hardly. Please come,” she look pitiful and is voicing out her misery. The bloody-robe can only shaken, and his face unsighty. But the sight of the bulgeness of her tummy soften him, and he can only gritted his teeth. He said as he slowly step up the stair, “You wait there. I'm coming.”

I reasoned, crouching down to pat her cute little cheeks. " but I want to, pretty please, pretty pretty please, " she pleaded, giving me the puppy dog eyes. " you tickled us and it was no fun, joy hate tickles, " I stated in a pleading way, a pout on my cheek too. Candela sniffled, she wanted Joy to take her on a ride like she did last week when we wanted to lighten her mood but she found my fur so beautiful that she tickled us, made us play in the rain and even bit her back.

‍ Noah nodded slowly. ⁠“⁠You definitely crie⁠d alrea⁠dy.” Liam almo‌st choked. “I did not.” Noah looked impressed. ‌“Wow.” Ava blinke‌d. ‍ “What wo⁠w?”‌ Noah shrugged. “Usually you⁠ cry later.” Liam lo⁠oked personally attacked. ⁠Their little one gasped dramat‌ically. “Daddy crie‌s?” L⁠iam l‌ooked offended.

“ ~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.

Because as much as I feel all those emotions, I also feel sympathy for Veronica, and my heart cries for her. "Please. Don’t cry." I mumble as I release my fists and crouch before her. "He does. You have to believe me, he does." She chants when I lift her face. "Shh. No more. You don’t have to say anything else." I whisper as I swipe my thumb gently over her cheeks to wipe her tears before bringing her into my arms, pressing her head to my chest with my hand caressing her hair as a means of comforting her. But even with that, her body doesn’t stop trembling, and she doesn’t stop sobbing.

Armaan's POV, I was recording my song in the studio, closing my eyes totally lost in my music. I sang my verse and waited listening to the music waiting for the cue to start the next verse. As I looked outside, my eyes stopped at the fan girl. My smile turned into terror. 'Why is she smiling like that?! Her eyes are wide and glued on me. She's grinning, showing all teeth. Do girls even smile like that?! Wait..... Is she even breathing? Why is she soo creepy?'