Deku Cries Novels & Stories

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

The huge door was old but yet we are sure that we can't afford to destroy how thick is it! "Sava..." Neri looked at me with her teary eyes. I gave her the same reaction as I. "We are too late." I mouthed in a defeat matter. --- "DEKU! WAKE UP! DEKU! DEKU!" "H-he's dead." I cried and slowly draw near Deku to give him my last hug! I was supposed to be doing this recently. Deku! "Hey, Deku... wake up! Deku!" I tried to wake him up and touch him on his face. Yes, I punched him but that doesn't mean that it will lead to his death! He wasn't bleeding at all!

He said in a reprimanding tone but his eyes told me he was just being sarcastic I didn't realized but then my hand immediately came to my cheeks,noticing them wet. When did it happened.I think in panic .But I don't cry easily,I'm used to seeing such situations. I immediately removed wetness from my cheeks almost blushing at my actions. I'm not crying and why would I cry for a jerk like you.Mother Earth would be glad to be free from such maniac. His mouth curved upwards a little. I'm not crying for you its just hospital shifts and all that stuff is stressing me out

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

I said seriously then left him dumbfounded Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes I feel a lot of chest pain right now and I don't know why tears won't stop in my eyes while walking they started looking at me the world really hates me "Why is the destined Alpha of Ulkira's Clan crying?"

I struggled to talk still bursting in tears. “He’s dead” Ten slowly said standing beside Jack who had his finger on Mesmick’s cold hand. “No” he slowly said while moving back with his eyes widen. “HE CAN’T BE! NO! NO!” Everyone stood under the dark night with their heads down and tears runing down their faces. “NO!” Jack screamed crazily in pain.

Laughing too, Draeko got the bottled water from Leslie, opened it, and gave it to Grazziena, who drank everything in it as if she had never tasted water for a year in her life. “You seemed so thirsty, Sweety.” Lumaro interrupted. “That is normal Draeko because her body exerted much energy in trying to heal its damaged part.” “I am fine now. So don’t worry everyone and you Draeko, cool down, you are not getting any younger, you might get high blood pressure,” she said teasing now that made everyone burst in laughter again. “Really, I’m old? Hmm, let me see tonight, I would prove how young am I still, Sweety, grrr,” Draeko said joking while hugging his wife tightly.

“I found love…something you always denied yourself. Don’t…take it from me.” Her words shattered me. I held her tighter, willing her to stay, but her body grew limp in my arms. “Hyacinth,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please, no…not you too.” But she was gone. The world around me blurred, and the only sound was my own scream—a raw, guttural cry of anguish that tore through the room. Cedrick dropped to his knees beside me, his own tears falling freely as he reached out to touch her lifeless hand.

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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.