Crying Enderman Novels & Stories

She has been silently crying for twenty minutes now. Lola held the pillow and sobbed, biting the pillow and trembling. Her eyelashes were clumped together from the wetness, and her light golden hair stood on end. Her expression looked a lot like the popular "crying cat" meme on the internet, but her posture was more like a helpless golden retriever hugging a peanut.

“But then everything exploded and I never got the chance and now Ember hates me and I’m going to die without ever—” She stops and bites her lip hard enough that I see the skin whiten under her teeth. The tears are running freely now and she swipes at them with the back of her hand, angry at herself for breaking, and then she laughs — a wet, fractured sound that has no business being as brave as it is. “This is pathetic. Goddess — crying like a fucking child on the floor of a haunted house. Come on, Rayana. This is not a very fabulous look on you.”

"PULL IT OUT! " I screamed as tears weld up in my eyes, I felt so embarrassing, I was crying like a baby just by his one finger..... "Relax pup ... just a few minutes and you wil-" "NO!! PULL IT OUT! please...." I was full on sobbing now , the pain was unbearable for me , I was not feeling good .... "ok ok calm down" he slowly pulled out his finger and looked at me with irritating expressions .... but soon his eyes soften as he saw my tears and lean in to kiss my tears away.

I couldn't believe that I was seeing him cry twice in a single day. "No, no, it's fine. Let's keep dancing." Saying so, he squeezed me tighter in his arms, forming us in a hug as he started to sway very slowly to the music. "You've been shedding quite a few tears today because of me. Should I be honored that I made Lance Storm cry?" "I'm just a human, Ember." "Yes, I love this human a lot. Therefore, it hurts me to see you cry." "I don't know. Maybe these are happy tears. Because I'm so goddamn happy that you forgave me. I almost thought that I would never get your forgiveness, not that I deserved it anyway."

She said slowly as she cried, "Please, please stop, don't do this please." Carter leaned in closer to her face. Eden shut her eyes tightly and pursed her lips closed. She could feel his breath smelling like cigarettes all over her face. Suddenly, she felt a warm, wet and slimy thing sliding on her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw that Carter was licking her tears.

Alpha Erik trembled against my touch, and the next thing I knew, his shoulders shook. Was he crying? He sniffed. He did. “What a complex family we have,” I commented while slowly patting his back. “I hope you will choose what is right, Alpha Erik.” He shuddered one last time and broke the embrace. His eyes were red. He cried. “Why don’t we run away?” I was stunned for a moment.

It was nice- annoying but nice, not eating alone for once. She looks out the window to watch birds as she always does every afternoon. A majestic blue bird is building a little nest in a tree near by, she sings and whistles flying to and fro with a twig in her beak. "Hello Emily" a familiar voice called out. Emily's skin turns blue as she shakes her head. "No no no no no no no" her focus falls to her reflection on the window, it's her....at least it looks like her, but she wears a bright smile and has blood-red eyes like she's been crying but ran out of tears and now cries blood.

It wasn't until she was cuddled up in a familiar embrace, it was only until a familiar deep and husky voice whispered in her ears to let it all out, did she finally open her mouth to cry and the entire household echoed with her agonising wails. Grunting softly, Jordan rose to his feet, straightening himself out from his crouched position with his hands occupied by a broom and a dustpan filled with shards of the shattered vase; some of the broken pieces had blood splotches on them and sight of it pulled at the strings of Jordan's heart. After carefully and properly disposing of the trash, Jordan walked into the living room, where Emerald sat, completely motionless as she continued to stare in

Emma muttered. Grimkeeper was a sight to behold. He had cuts all over his face, his clothes were torn. He was missing his right arm and a swirl of thick liquid were dripping out of the wound. "This ends now." Grimkeeper said.

Linc doesn't let go. I push at his chest gently and he relaxes his hold by a little bit. That is when I feel it. His broad shoulders shaking ever so slightly. The little sniffs. Linc is crying. I pull back in alarm and look in his wet eyes. His dark brown eyes have never been more endearing. I love him so much, it physically hurts. There is no limit to how much I feel for him.