Dandy Crying Novels & Stories

She nodded at Dylan’s question, her hand held onto Dylan’s hand as he wiped her tears, her eyes rolling back a bit when his finger hit her g-spot and she trembled, shuddering, panting harder. “Don’t cry baby, does it feel good?” Dylan was a menace, he knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t like to see her cry but she looked pretty while crying and call him a crazy boy for loving that but he wanted to buy the gorgeous woman in front of him anything she wanted if he gets to see her tear stained cheeks, her pretty lashes clustered with tears from how good he was making her feel. If he could take a picture, he definitely would. He stared down her body, his eyes falling on her breast and he li

He lifts his hand defensively and backs off further when I scoop to pick up a cushion and sway it at his face. “You never cry. You’re always so…. mad … sometimes scary… sometimes a little psycho, but not a crier. This is weird.” I don’t know if it’s an attempt at humor or another jab at me, like always, but either way, Dane is sobering back up and being his usual irritating self.

True blood had those powers which no rank had, and because of that true blood was rare. Dylan saw that Alice was crying. He removed his hands from her body. "Why are you crying?" He asked. Alice did not reply but only sobbed. Dylan did not know how to make this woman understand that he was just helping her and nothing else. "It's okay. Don't cry. I can't see anything. It's dark, right?" He talked to her like she was a little child. He cupped her cheeks and tears fell on his fingers. That was when he lost his mind. He didn't like her crying.

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

You're the one I love—only you and no one else! I couldn't help but laugh at how shameless Marco was. "Do you really take me for a fool, Marco? You came home so late yesterday, with marks on your neck and perfume on your clothes. You're suddenly claiming that you're heading off to Caspian today as well. You honestly make me sick, Marco."

I drop my hands and open my eyes, staring up a a smirking Ryder. Then, I immediately regret not looking where I was going. I'm not in the mood to deal with his crap right now. That sly smirk still plays on his lips, then he gets a good look at my face. That smirk instantly fades away, worry filling his expression. "Are you crying?" He keeps his hands on my arms. "No." I look away from him. He softly grabs my chin and moves my face so he can look me in the eyes. "Yes, you are, Danny." He inspects my face, tilting it in all directions to get a better look.

Show my friends how you worship big daddy's dick. Vincent and Khalid watched, stroking themselves. 'Fuck, she's eager,' Khalid said. 'Let's bend her over the desk.' They hauled her up, slamming her chest down on Damian's massive desk. Papers scattered, her ass up, skirt flipped over her waist. Damian ripped her red lace panties off, the fabric tearing with a snap. 'Look at this cute pussy, boys. Dripping for us. Who wants first?'

Another drop fell, hotter than the bathwater, and my breath caught. Slowly, I lifted my hand to his face and tried to pull him up. He resisted for a second but then he let me. I looked at him and everything inside me stopped. Dax was crying. Not loudly or broken in the way people cried when they wanted to be heard. His face was still controlled, jaw clenched like he hated every tear that betrayed him, but they were there, sliding down his cheeks in silent lines that made him look more human than I had ever seen him.

I begged again, tears streaming down my face. My fingers gripped the edge of the sink tightly as my whole body trembled. “Ah—!” A cry slipped from my lips as the pressure became too much. Water splashed against the floor, running down my legs. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to breathe through the intense sensation.

I turn away before they notice. But of course they notice. Caspian comes to stand beside me. “Are you okay?” he asks and I nod. “I'm fine.” I reply. Zavian smiles. “You're crying.” he exposes me. “I am not.” I reply, not willing to back down. “You absolutely are.” I wipe my cheek and glare at him but he laughs. Somehow that makes me cry harder. There are moments when happiness feels almost as frightening as grief. Maybe because I know now how quickly a life can change.