Dandy Crying Novels & Stories

How and when did he get here? "Who the f*ck is Damian and why the f*ck are you crying and smiling why talking about him?" He demanded. He raised his hand to wipe my tears that I didn't know was falling but I shifted away from me and he groaned. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he cared but he is a bastard that cared only about his personal feelings and gains. "Why do you want to know?" I asked, forcing a smile on my face. " I want to know why you are crying wolfy." He said, still looking as though he cared.

The shop was perfectly suited for children, so why would a man like Anderson come here of all places? Mr Dardan was a short man with a hunchback. His gray hair was cut short, and neatly combed, and his squinted eyes made it hard for me to see the color of his eyes. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes would crinkle like folded paper, but that was by far the only wrinkles you would find on his face. “He changed girlfriends like they were clothes on a hanger.” He adds, pointing an accusing finger at Anderson who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you know you’re looking so beautiful with swollen lips and red-rimmed eyes?” He chuckled. “You are a sadist.” “And I am loving my baby,” she said as she leaned in and kissed his swollen lips. “I don’t know when these lips will swell again. So I have to make the best of my time.” Alpha Dane’s features were so chiseled that it was hard to imagine that his lips would swell after he cried. It was harder to imagine that he cried. It's unlikely that he would ever do that in this lifetime. He rolled his eyes. “What methods are you considering to make me cry?”

Chapter 110. "W– Were you crying?" Alan asked Daciana with concern in his voice. Daciana fluttered her eyelids, raising her right hand and touching her eyes. Shit... There were still some tears. She shook her head, clearing her throat awkwardly before she plastered a wry smile on her face. "Y– Yeah, I was crying." She admitted, staring into Alan's eyes. "But I'm fine now. Axel consoled me already."

She sighed and went downstairs to help her mother in her cafe. The next day she was getting ready for her birthday party, she adorned a red frock, accompanied by a touch of light pink lipstick and a hint of blush. Applying Colossal to her eyes, she smiled at her reflection, well aware that Darian admired the color red. She combed her hair, securing it with a red headband. As she descended the stairs, her friends chatted while her mother served cold drinks and snacks. Daisy was engrossed in conversation with her boyfriend, Smith. Her father's absence didn't matter to her; he must be busy gambling with his friends somewhere in a club. What brought tears to her eyes was Darian's absence on a da

She was looking at me all through with a huge smile on her face. “Is this her?” she asked, still looking at me. “Yes, Darcy,” Damien asked, and from his voice, I could tell he was tired of her bubbling personality. Darcy squealed loudly, almost blocking my ears. “Finally!” she yelled, tears clouding her eyes. I looked at her, and I was amazed by her personality. How can she go from happy to excited to teary in one second?

"I was going to console you that he's not worth your sadness!" Danny burst out laughing and clinked glasses with Dylan. "Come on, tell me a little bit about your sorrow! I don't believe you went all the way to Paris just for fun." Dylan sighed and leaned back, his back against the sofa. "It's a long story, I'm afraid you'll laugh at me!" Dylan closed his eyes and got lost in his jumbled memories. "I'm like you, I like a guy," he said with a sigh. "But I'm much more cowardly than you, and I haven't even told him until now!"

“I didn’t do anything to her.” I nodded. “And why are you crying?” She asked, touching my cheeks with her index finger. “And what’re these tears for? Just my imagination?” She showed her finger to him, raising only one side of her mouth. “Anya, leave Dylan alone,” I said, wiping my tears. “Can it be tears of happiness? I was laughing too hard, that’s why,” I explained to her. “Why would I make her cry?” He shook his head and breathed hard.

Dane watched with a smile on his face as Ericka let her tears flow She's getting all mushy cause she said she's special. He can't believe it. His very own...I mean...the very own iron lady is shedding tears She's actual a softie Dane thought and chuckled. Ericka had to lower her gaze to the ground Not like she's trying to his bed tears. What's the use? He's already seen her crying Damn...she hates herself right now. She's promised herself never to shed tears in front of a guy....well...a guy that's not Adam

I asked, hoping for a change of scenery. "No," he replied curtly, his response catching me off guard. My disappointment bubbled over, and I couldn't hold back the tears. I immediately burst into tears. I know Deep down Dylan doesn't like someone crying around him unless he hates the person a lot. " Grandma Adaline paid for my flight so I could check on you too when I arrive in Germany but here you are treating me like trash, a nobody...." I said in tears. Dylan's discomfort with emotions was obvious, and he knew it too. "What's your problem? Okay, okay...I heard you," he relented, clearly affected by my tears.