Crying Enderman Novels & Stories

I buried my face in his chest. "Let it out, Ember. Cry all you want. I'm here now." Dex spoke softly as he rubbed my head. I did what he said and cried. I cried for a while letting all the pain and fear out. Eventually the crying slowed down. Dex waited for me to finish crying before he lifted my chin up to look at him.

Weird. I look through the window, trying to get rid of my gobbling thoughts. But then something strikes my attention. I thought they are beads of sweat which are rolling down Erden’s face but when I look closely, I’m bug-eyed to see that it’s actually tears which are streaming down his cheeks. He quickly wipes them with the back of his hand and grabs the steering with both hands again, sniffling quietly. “Why are you crying, sir?” Eren voices out.

He took another pause but this time it was bigger than last one but Emily didn’t disturb him, she just held his hand silently and gave him time to heal and adjust. “But before dying, he told me not to cry and be my strong self. So, I tried! I tried my best but those tears were not listening to my command. They came out! I disappointed him, didn’t I?” Edmund looked at her and asked in a low voice. “No, you didn’t. It’s okay to cry sometimes, baby” Emily cupped his face gently and said,

Birds chirped overhead. The world hadn’t ended. But it should have. I felt like it should have. I leaned forward and curled my arms around myself, my body shaking. The tears came hard and fast, hot and thick, wrung from me with painful sobs I couldn’t silence anymore. I cried for Emon. I cried for the boy who had trusted me, who had held me as I healed, who had never asked me to explain the scars I carried or the wolf I refused to speak of.

The corner of her mouth turned downward, and her eyes widened as if bracing for an emotional storm. Suddenly, the quiet moments of discomfort transformed into a full-blown wail. Aviana’s face contorted, her features reddening as the first piercing cry escaped her. “Waaaah! Waaaah!” she cried out, her voice cracking with raw emotion. Ethan's eyes widened in sheer bewilderment as Aviana's composed demeanor shattered into a full-blown emotional outburst. He stood frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to react to the sudden flood of tears and cries.

—"Crybaby, I can't carry you home this time." —"Lala, I'm not in pain, don't be sad for me..." —"I'll take care of anything you're afraid of, even people." —"Lala, I'm sorry. I’m just a fool who couldn't protect you..." "Ah!" Eulalia cried out in anguish. As the video ended, her account logged out automatically, and the computer screen went black. The sudden scream startled everyone in the internet café, and they turned to look at the corner filled with her sobs.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

His tiny body started shivering because Darren had barely even raised his voice at him for any reason but today when he did it, it mentally and emotionally hurt and triggered him badly. "Ell…. please, my baby. Stop crying…. please," Aereza started rocking him in her arms while kneading his head. Darren trailed his eyes to look at Aereza and caught those tears glistening in her eyes too. Witnessing Ellais crying so badly, her eyes glistened up top. After a lot of effort, Aereza finally managed to turn his loud sobs into soft sniffs.

His jaw set, and his furious face wavered, giving way to one of intense, tormented bewilderment. A single tear tracked a path down his grime-coated cheek. Rhea stared, horrified. Blaze Draven. Feral Alpha. Crying? His angry eyes still blazed with fury, but now also with restrained tears, glistening with the dim light of the unused room. A second tear overflowed, and a third, silent tracks tracing the filth on his face.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.