Danganronpa Crying Novels & Stories

Her white dress bloomed crimson, eyes wide and glassy. And crouched beside her—hands soaked, face pale—was Dario. “Mother, please open your eyes…” His voice cracked like glass. My heart stopped cold. No. No, no, no— “Dario—” My voice broke, barely a whisper. He looked up then, eyes meeting mine—horror. Dana retreated into the bushes as his glare tore towards us. We’d killed a Luna. I just killed the mother of the man I loved. “I didn’t mean to.”

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

Narrative P.O.V. "I appreciate all of the physical evidence you left for us to determine who this guy was," Jai said sarcastically. Cain looked up from where he sat, crouched next the couch where he had laid Ella down. He stood up wiping the blood on his hands onto the shorts he had just changed into. "He was barely alive before I could even kill him," Cain said, throwing on a t-shirt. Daniel looked at Cain incredulously as he placed his hand over his nose and mouth to mask the smell of the scattered entrails.

She bit down on her lips, trying to hold it back, but she failed woefully as tears rolled down her face. Darian froze, the excitement draining from his body. He stared back at me, his little nose scrunched up. His eyes shifted back to Elena. "You...you don't want to be my Mommy? Is that why you're crying?" Darian asked and Elena stiffened immediately, her eyes snapping wide open.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

Ryan jumped once and murmured with deep breaths, tears won't stop falling from his eyes. 'Fuck! What have I gotten myself into!'

Anna higher her tight then nodded her head. Cara move up from the bench then walk away from them, Leila was now crying. She didn't know for how long but she was crying for hours... She was hiccuping due to continuously crying, she was feeling dizzy. Her eyes were are and the tears were dried on her cheeks. But now the salty water was not coming out... Anna gives her comfort, she gave her water but Leila didn't drink it. After hours of her grieving, she saw her brother coming towards her, she stands up then run towards Danny. Leila hugged him. She didn't know if the frozen lake again melted, she cried... She cried like a little child.

Agony tore through me like a blade, each word a searing wound that cut into my heart. "He's hurt!" The words echoed like a scream inside my skull, a relentless reminder of the pain that was unfolding before me. "B—Bonbon!" My cry was a raw, guttural sound, ripped from the depths of my soul as I witnessed my small friend's suffering. "Id—Idrish strong. Id—Idrish f—f—fight!" A single tear welled up in Bonbon's eye, a shimmering testament to his anguish. Pranaiahn tears were a rarity, carrying the weight of profound longing and sorrow. Their single eyes rarely shed tears, but when they did, those tears held emotions that were both beautiful and devastating.

Daphne said crying. “I don't like crying girls,” Black said but Daphne didn't listen. She only cries out more. Black shit his eyes and rubs his forehead.

160 – WHO SHALL BE ALPHA? STEPHAN POV My vision was as narrow as it had ever been and my heart was pounding in my chest so loudly that it was all I could hear. This could not be happening, no, not to me! A faint ringing joined the incessant pounding that was filling up my ears as I stared at the bloodied tarp that Damon had used to cover my parents. My body shook involuntarily and I felt a wetness on my cheeks. I sniffled and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. What the fuck was I doing? Crying? This was not the time to act like a mourning child.