Crying Manga Novels & Stories

Vanessa treated her as her sister. Vanessa chuckled while messing with her hair,"Just let those sadness flow by your tears, just cry until you can't anymore. Crying is also part of being a human, if you can't cry then you are weak, if you cry then you are strong. Strong enough to break down after all those heavy burdens, sadness nd loneliness that you are carrying. So, at least by crying, those burdens will also fall like your tears. Then one day, you can smile in relief and said 'Ah... cry does really make someone strong, look at me now... I'm unbeatable when it comes to those burden, I became strong because of these' Cry until you can't anymore. You older sister will always here as your cr

No. No. No. It's indescribable how I feel, mostly because I actually can't feel shit. It's like I left my body and turned into somebody else, just watching a pathetic man in his twenties with brown curly hair fall to his knees, crying, no not fucking crying, wailing would be a better word. Wailing and holding on to the small, unconcious girl, bleeding from about a hundred places on her body, laying in a puddle of her own blood.

"Did I say yes to your question?" "Even if you don't, I can feel it." "And you'll trust your guts? Do all humans think like this?" Mune said, his eyes turning red. Her eyes suddenly spat a bunch of tears. "...w-what are you doing?" Yna's tears turned into a loud cry. "Washing clothes? OF COURSE, I'M CRYING!" Yna replied. "P-please!! This isn't the perfect time to cry!" "Is there a perfect time to do so? Do I have to follow that too?" she said. Mune didn't know what to do.

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.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

Years of training guiding my every motion and every turn. My body acted while my mind struggled to keep pace. Every few moments, my thoughts drifted back to Mehan. To the image of her collapsing. To the helpless feeling that had settled in my chest. But I refused to yield to it. Not here, not while the battle still raged. A sudden cry rose from somewhere nearby, and I turned toward the sound. More of the painted warriors were emerging through the haze. Their strange language echoed across the battlefield as they pressed forward. I drew a steady breath, followed by another. The ache in my chest remained, my eyes inadvertently shifted to Mehan, and tears stung my eyes, clouding my vision.

Mingchan said and then his tears involuntarily came out from his eyes. Zuno was so surprised and did not expect that. “Wait, what?!” Zuno gasped. He then saw Mingchan crying without closing his eyes. “Oh, Mingchan, you are crying! Hey!” Zuno called him. Mingchan then touched his cheeks. “Oh, why am I crying? Are robots supposed to be crying when we reboot? I don’t know why and I can’t really breathe, Zuno. I feel suffocated. It really hurts. The pain is really strong.” Mingchan sobbed.

I suddenly felt someone grabbed my hands and my eyes landed on Tokyo who looked at me worriedly. "Sorry guys, our manager called and she needs Zaya," she said as she bowed while I spaced out. I don't even know where she took me but we suddenly stopped and she looked at me worriedly. "Zaya, stop crying, please," she said and my hands reached my face and I felt a liquid pouring in. I am crying? Why am I crying when I feel like I'm not feeling anything? My body feels so numb that I'm doubting myself if I am still breathing.

I reply with tears strolling down my cheeks. " Artic, please don't cry! I promise we will figure it out soon," He tells me. " You weren't able to find anything out of this one either huh?" Shawn asks, picking up the book about vampires and their mates, flicking through the pages. I go to respond to his question about the book he's holding. When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor.

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.