Daki Cries Novels & Stories

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

Even though it’s only for a second, it’s a complete overload and I fall sometimes. My chest constricts and my eyes fill with tears at the thought of them finding out that I’m a freak. Would they even believe me? Probably not. “Don’t cry,” Dahlia urges, wiping under her own eyes. Seeing me in tears has made her cry too. Dahlia cries over everything since she’s been pregnant. She even cried over this Doritos commercial the other day and it wasn’t even a sad commercial. When I questioned her, she simply said she was crying because she wanted chips really bad.

Dora was in a lot of pain, she opened her eyes and realized Ryan was the one that had woken her up, She didn't want to talk or even be awake, the pain was unbareable, she tried to tell him to at least leave her alone but the pain was too much to the point she couldn't even talk, She began to cry holding her stomach tightly, She had never cried in front of people her entire life, her father taught her crying made her look weak and he didn't have a weak daughter so she was always expected to act strong but at this moment, she didn't, she just wanted to die

There was a hideous wrinkle on her forehead, hiding behind thousands of little watery dots that dangled and shimmered as she helplessly heaved deep, loud sighs. Ophelia could not scream — unfairly; she silently cried while drawing air into her system, hoping to soothe the pain that was suddenly resonating in the deepest corners of her figure. [An intense, sensitive tingle — a very familiar severe electric shock where she was stabbed.] Hot — Ophelia was feeling very hot as if she was lying next to a hissing lake of lava. Her lips, on the protection of the oxygen mask, became pale blue as tears made a wobbly stream on her colourless cheeks. "She is back. Please calm down, dear. You are alright

Jake Carson I hear someone screaming loudly, making me jolt up in my bed. Danika was sitting upright, with her face as white as a ghost, staring at the window. Did she see a shadow or something? But before I could get up and look, I hear gunshots firing and shattering the bedroom windows, making Danika scream again as she holds on to my hand tightly. I quickly remove the gun kept on the nightstand, trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from.

Taking off the bag I threw it across the room as I noticed the person was slightly breathing. I couldn't tell who it was because of her long purple hair that covered her face. Gripping onto her chin I lifted her head to make eye contact with her. Her eyes held sadness and rage. She gasped before jerking her head to the side. Shaking her head sideways, she cried. "Please, please, just kill me already." She pleaded. Staring at her, not saying a word, I pressed my lips together before walking over to the last person. Pulling of the sack, relief flashed throughout my body as I noticed Théodore but I felt irate by his appearance. His hair was covering his face.

I let out a dry, rattling breath. Eddie stepped closer, his green eyes scanning me like a predator. “She is faking, Edison. She’s faking the cry so she can leave the event early, or something worse. She wants you to feel pity so she can move you like a chess piece. Don't be a fool.” The Great Escape The violation of his words was the final push. He didn't just want my body and my company; he wanted to own my reality. “Is that what you think, Eddie?” I whispered. I reached up and wiped the lone tear from my face, smearing the dark mascara across my cheekbone like war paint. “You think I’m an actress? Fine. Let’s see how you handle the final act.”

She's running her palm on my hair with her right arm massaging my back. "Cry in as long as you want, release those bad energy otherwise you would end up building toxics inside you to simply destroy yourself." Said by the short-haired woman before she sits right beside me. "You know Calista, it's good to feel bad, to grieved, to cry and to feel pain, cause you know what, beautiful hearts are always treated so wrongly in this heartless world, and the five of us serves enough as a living proof of it. " The way she started her genuine comforting words almost melted my heart. Just as I think, behind her tiger looking appearance is a good woman with a good heart that's just like me, hurted over a

On her ears, they were as if asking for forgiveness. Daeira blinked the tears in her eyes while her stares still directed to the beast. Her body was beyond shivering in fear. No, she wasn't signed up for this. She’d rather die by gun than being torn apart flesh by flesh. The horror of her dreams came like a flood in her mind.

FOR F*CKS SAKE ********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** “I have spent decades building this company, and because that ...that riff-raff got a contract she now feels high and mighty and wants to start rubbing shoulders with me.” David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside.