Crying Hugging Novels & Stories

Rhianne was about to turn around when someone called her name. Before she can turn her head, a pair of slender arms suddenly wrapped around her body. "Who..." "I finally found you!" Rhianne unconsciously caught the weight of the person who hugged her and the milkshake slipped from her hands. The person who suddenly embraced her is a petite woman with short hair. The petite woman buried her face on her shoulder and it seems like she was crying. Rhianne was flabbergasted. She does not have any idea who is that woman hugging her. When she tried to release herself from the embrace, the woman tightened her arms around her waist. Rhianne also confirmed that the woman is crying because her shirt Is

SAM'S POV My cry was suddenly interrupted nang bigla nalang may humila sa'kin and before I could even react, my face had meet a hard chest of someone. Alam kong hindi ito kalaban because enemies won't hug me this tight. Enemies would rather strangle me to death than hug me like this. And I was just too emotional right now para itulak ito palayo so I just let him and snuggled more on that chest and cried more.

I can feel the weight of his sorrow and his grief, and I offer him a reassuring presence, a reminder that he is not alone. And then, without a word, I pull him into a hug, my arms encircling him with warmth and empathy. It is a gesture of comfort, of understanding, of being there for him in this difficult moment. Our bodies meld together, offering solace and support as our hearts beat in unison. In that embrace, we find solace in each other's presence. Words are unnecessary as the depth of our emotions speaks volumes. We remain locked in that tender embrace, the world around us fading away as we share a moment of shared sorrow and compassion.

"A hug?" Tom simply burst into tears, hugging his best friend. He clung tightly to that embrace, letting himself go. "She doesn't love me, Harrison," he sobbed with his face buried in Harrison's shoulder, while Harrison hugged him and comforted him. "I'm sorry, friend," Harrison said, listening to his crying. He was surprised that such things had come out of Katherina's lips, things that were practically killing his best friend. He never thought he would hear such things from her. While in the embrace, he looked to the side of the campus and saw the girl who, although she wouldn't admit it, had been stealing his sleep from the moment he first saw her—Belinda. She looked back at him, her gaze

I had been so carried away with everything that’s been happening that I had forgotten about my own birthday, and with tears streaming down my face- these days, I was a crybaby- I began to hug everyone, one after the other, sighing when nobody flinched or tried to shy away from me. My hug with mom was the longest as it spoke of several things all at once. It was a hug promising forgiveness, change… and every other thing that our mouths couldn’t say; and when I broke away from her, I realized that she’d been crying. She was sobbing uncontrollably and I sighed before pulling her into another hug.

But just as I was about to get in, he suddenly stopped. Instead of telling me to enter, he turned around and pulled me straight into his arms. The hug hit hard enough to steal my breath. His body pressed tightly against mine, solid and warm, carrying the familiar scent of sweat, cold air, and ice that completely surrounded me. "Cry," he whispered right above my head. "You look like you're going to cry any minute." My defenses, already cracked in every direction, finally crumbled. That simple sentence acted like a hammer smashing through the dam in my chest. My hands instinctively gripped the fabric of his jacket, and the tears I'd been desperately holding back finally burst, spilling onto hi

My head hurts like shit from crying so much. "Stinky Scarlet " she mumbles, my lips curling up at her attempt to make me laugh. "I'll hug you, come here " she shrieks when I lunch for her. "God you smell," she says but sits stilled not letting go. She hugs me tightly rubbing my back up and down. This is what I need, a hug from someone who cares for me. "Thank you for letting me stay here" I mumble closing my eyes. She nods her head and pulls apart staring at me like she is up to something.

I'm not a crying person but I let tears fall down to show how hurtful I really am. “I'm sorry.” He brings me in for a hug. His hug is different from Mbuso's. It's like I've disappeared inside his arms and not even making an attempt to get away. He smells so like him. I've missed how he smells. Not to mention how warm being embraced by him really feels. I wish he can hug me forever. After what seems like a second but was actually minutes he let go off me. “Crying doesn't suit you. I'm used to your smart mouth.” He retorts.

He apologized and I stiffened, my lips parting in surprise. “Yelling doesn't suit you.” He chuckled, his hand leaving my jaw as he began to wipe my tears with his thumb. “And crying too,” he added. “Asshole,” My lower lips trembled as I threw my arms around him, hugging him right, while I cried my eyes out.

Then suddenly, someone grabbed me by my waist and hugged me tight. He wiped my tears, and he gave me the comfort that made me calm. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here; don't cry. I'm here,” he kept saying that, and he hugged me tight. “Everything will be fine, okay? Stop crying,” he caressed my back while he hugged me.