Cry Little Siter Novels & Stories

It was broken, desperate, almost frightening. She slapped her palm against the wall, again and again until her palms reddened, but she kept laughing, clutching her stomach as though she couldn't stop herself. I watched her unfazed. What in the hell is wrong with her? “Cry me a river.” Zaka's voice slipped into my head, lazy and mockingly. I hadn't even realized my wolf had awakened from his slumber. But my attention remained on Leinna. Her laughter had begun to fade, leaving behind a strange, hollow smile.

Now, it was time to show them clearly that without the Bryant family propping them up, they were nothing more than two orphans I rescued from the foster system. "Clarissa, Jocelyn, when you speak to me, use respectful language," I commanded coldly. Clarissa's mouth gaped open, her eyes filled with fury. "We always treated you like family. What gives you the right to order us around like this?" Jocelyn scowled. "Orlando, what's wrong with you today? Is Monica's death hitting you too hard?" A cold smile tugged at my lips as I stripped away the last bit of gentleness and stepped back into the role of the Bryant heir. "Do I owe you an explanation for how I feel?"

GRIMCLAW BLOODFANG'S ESTATE THIRTEEN YEARS AGO Eight-year-old Laura, now known as Venom, visited her Uncle's place with her family. As their parents were having their time together. The sisters were in the room playing dressup. Little Laura was being used as a mannequin for their makeup practice. "No, Tiffany, there should be a lot of glitter!" Tracy said, holding up a frilly pink dress. "I want to give her peacock makeup so she can wear this dress!"

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.

Why is she soo creepy? "Armaan!" I jumped at the voice. It was the director. I looked at him blinking. "The music is long gone. Where are you lost and why does your face looks like you saw a ghost?" He asked. "I did." "What?" "What?" I looked at him. "Nothing....um..." I sighed. "Can we please take a break?" "Ok ok." He said. "10 minutes." He announced and left. The Fangirl was still ogling at me. I stepped out carefully. So her smile was gone but her eyes were still there. She looked like a puppy now.

"Ok, ok. You are pretty and pretty girls don't cry!" Carissa stops crying and asked in a broken voice. "Pretty?" "Yeah! You are pretty" "No, ugly!" She starts crying again. I frown. Why will Carissa think she is ugly at her age, she's just 2 or 3 years old. Or maybe that's what Selene keeps telling her. "No, no, you're pretty. Don't cry, please stop crying" She continues crying more. I put my hand on the knob and twist it open and peek inside.

“Damn Kay, he is super hot but dangerous. He takes no bullshit; you need to be careful.” “Janice, he does not scare me. I am seeing him later tonight.” “Maybe more like now.” “What are you talking about?” “He just walked in with four other guys.” “Fuck, I have a stupid ass show coming up.” Just then, Mich comes walking into the change room, “You two get your asses out there. Crystal, you are up next.” My stage name is Crystal; not many of the girls around here know what my real name is. In this industry, using your real name can make or break you.

*Cries* ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ X O X O J A N E D O E W R I T I N G S

-Kynessie) (I know, but we still hate to see you cry.-Me) (We didn’t mean to make you cry, mate.-Caturix) (Caturix, I am fine. As I said, these are happy tears. Now stop acting like a baby.-Kynessie)

Keyla raised her little finger as a form of agreement. Of course Crish immediately greeted him warmly, “Promise.” “Actually I’m sad, I want to have a father like my friends, but Mommy said I shouldn’t be sad. Full of honesty. Hearing that, Crish became even more speechless, apparently such a small girl could think so maturely, maybe even beat the minds of adults who only care about their selfishness.