Crying Kirby Novels & Stories

I sat on the floor, holding my knee. “Oh, the pain!” I yelled, tears falling from my eyes. They looked at me, shocked. “My knees hurt so bad, my wolf is not even healing, and I have so many cuts all over my body!” I yelled, crying heavily. Tears fall down my eyes like waterfalls as I rub my knees. I remembered my parents, and I didn’t need to fake the tears anymore; they came naturally. “Oh, the pain,” I cried, beating my chest. Adam shook his head, his mouth wide open in shock.

With robust pink and green cymbidium orchids in my hands, I fought the urge to cry when I met Moby's eyes. Tears flowed freely, with pure joy on his face. He had a radiant grin from ear to ear. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and likely always will be. My Fish all look to me, mouths wide, shocked to see the Moby they know crying at the sight of his bride. Me. His brothers make shitty guy comments in good fun.

Father sobs, and my emotions break. The tears that I have held back for five days begin to fall down my face. Sobs that feel like they will tear my throat apart explode from my chest. My Lycan, Kratos, even whines as we grieve for our sister. PLEASE LEAVE ME COMMENTS AND REVIEWS. I RESPOND TO EVERYONE. COMING SOON: THE LYCAN PRINCE'S FOREVER

“Please... Hold on just for a while, my little king.” “It hurts, Mario...” I whispered, this time unable to hold back the pain from bleeding into my words as I saw his face and recognised him through the dark haze. He cried, silent tears trailed down his cheeks and I hated to see him crying. I lifted my hand even though it was a task to do so with the pain and wiped his tears. “Don’t cry, Mario.” I murmured.

I turned the nozzle hotter. Kira I knelt against the door for a while. I couldn't tell for how long, but my knees were sore. I had stopped crying at some point. I'm not sure I have any tears left to cry. I have a headache and I'm tired. And I couldn't talk to my mom. I could only imagine her hurt. My dad had been killed in something just like this. I don't understand. Perrin

Kael muttered. I sniffled again, staring at my hand as I felt a liquid drop on it. I didn't realize I was crying. I laughed, hiccuping. “I'm not crying. I'm just trying to get rid of something in my eyes.” I began to rub my eyes. Kael sighed, leaning back on the wall. “It's okay to express your emotions. But not for my situation, it can't be helped.” “It can be!” I shouted, unable to hold back the tears any longer. They rolled down my cheeks, my heart squeezing tight in pain. My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed.

I had seen a lot of shit in my years serving Alpha Kieran. I had seen warriors torn apart in battle, packs decimated, betrayals that ended in blood. But I had never seen a child cry like this. The sound he made was pure agony. It wasn’t just sniffling or a few tears. This was gut-wrenching, soul-deep sobbing. His tiny shoulders shook violently, his hands clutching at his own shirt like he was trying to hold himself together. His breathing hitched, turning sharp and erratic. He looked like he couldn’t even get enough air.

He was unraveling, and I was terrified of what would happen if he ever got to that point of unraveling where all you see is just red. “Fuck… Eve…” His voice cracked, half-growl, half-sob, right against my lips. His whole body trembled against mine, his tears hitting my cheek even as his hips kept slamming forward. Kyrie cried. His eyes were bloodshot, wet, blazing red with betrayal as his tears mixed with sweat on his cheeks. His face… God, it wasn’t the face of a man looking to destroy me. It was a man gutted. A man who’d been searching. A man who cared, twisted up with hate and hunger and grief.

Even though he remembers Brady when he sees Khali, he feels something is missing, and it's Brady. "I'm sorry," Khali suddenly said. "Why are you saying sorry?" Rye said "Because I cried. It's embarrassing that you saw me so weak." Khali said. "You should have done that a long time ago. At Brady's funeral, you also kept yourself from crying." Rye said. "It's normal to cry. It's not as if you're crying because you're weak. Crying is a sign in your body that you have to breathe. You are only human; you get tired and hurt, and all you must do is cry. By doing this, you will feel lighter in your heart."