Crying Enderman Novels & Stories

he whimpered, his forest green eyes brimming with tears. I bent over and picked him from the floor, and he clung to me, still crying. "Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" I asked him, patting his dark hair. Andrei was a mini version of me, the only thing he took from his mother was her eyes and her powers

For the first time, the eyes that always held possessiveness were filled with panic. "Evelyn!" he shouted, lunging forward and scooping me up from the floor. Damien shielded me with his own body, while his hands desperately beat out the flames licking the hem of my dress. As he held me in his arms, I felt my consciousness slipping. So this was what it felt like to die from the fumes of burning charcoal. It was unbearably painful. The suffocating weight pressed in, my lungs burning with searing pain. Perhaps it was fitting since only pain like this could cleanse the misery of the past three years.

I snickered with a low tone Ericka didn't stop,she merely decreased the tempo of her cries 'I can't help it Adam. I can't! Seeing you like this is so heartbreaking! Am the cause of all these,am the reason why you're here Adam !"she said pathetically 'Stop crying Ericka stop it. I didn't go through all that just to see you cry. If you don't stop crying,I won't talk to you again" I said with an eye roll As it that did the magic Ericka stopped whimpering like a kid

Eden says rubbing my shoulder slightly and she smiles with tears welling up in her eyes. “awwn…. you guys came through for me with cakes. Chocolates and goodies” she says as she suddenly starts to tear up “You have you man already so it is natural that your girls will come through for you” Aurora says as she walks up to Ember to wipe the tears on her face, but the more she tried to wipe her tears, the more the tears that freely flowed from Embers eyes. “We are not about to have our bride looking like someone that just went through a break up by showing up in church with puffy eyes so respect yourself and don’t cry” Aurora points a finger at Ember and instructs her sternly while we all burst

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

He swore on the Bible and promised me that things between him and Fiora had ended long ago, thoroughly and completely. "Do you really intend to go, Marco?" I asked, my voice trembling. Marco left without looking back. His retreating figure was steadfast, even bearing a sense of solemn finality. I found myself laughing as a sudden pain shot through my lower abdomen and blood flowed across the floor. I wasn't able to keep the baby after all of this.

[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.

00Teacher Sang was crying in his uncle's arms just now. 00She was crying not only because she was bullied, but also because of her happy tears. Otherwise, why would she cry in her arms?

"You're joking with me, right? This is about the pearl." He lifted his head. His face was soaked. His eyes were so red they looked like they were bleeding. "I'll find you a better one. Bigger, more beautiful. Just say something, anything. You can yell at me, I don't care. Lyra, open your eyes." Nothing. He dropped his head again, pressing his forehead hard against my hand. His crying went quiet, became that compressed, strangled sound, the kind that comes not from a throat but somewhere deeper. Worse than screaming.

Zia's fear increased [I don't want to die] she thought trembling her eyes were tearing "Why are your eyes sweating?" he asked [That's not sweating, those are tears] "Tears? What are those?" he asked, feeling confused [You don't know what tears are?] "Your eyes sweat?" [when someone is sad or afraid, a person cries] "hmm" The vampire lived a long life for centuries but has never seen a person cry. A new emotion triggered him. He found it interesting. "Name?" he asked [Ah?.. Zia]