Doki Crying Novels & Stories

David leaned his head back against the seat weakly. His face had grown pale. Even injured, he still looked painfully handsome in the flashing lights from outside. Wet strands of dark hair clung slightly to his forehead while his chest rose unevenly beneath the half-open shirt. I hated noticing details like that right now. But I couldn’t help it. David slowly turned his head toward me. “You’re shaking.” “Because people are trying to kill us!” His lips almost curved into a weak smile. “Still dramatic.” My eyes widened slightly. Even now he was teasing me?

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

"Damn it…" He pulled a couple of tissues and dried his tears, but they were unstoppable. He hadn't even wanted to cry in the first place, so why did his eyes betray him like they had a will of their own? Could he have been possessed by an overly sentimental devil with a penchant for tears? Was this some kind of black magic? No, he reckoned he should hire a voodoo specialist to purge whatever strange force had come over him before he truly became a crybaby! Outside the consultation room, Giselle raised her hand to dry the tears she'd expected to have cascaded down her face. However, she was baffled when her fingers came away dry. Could she have been so overwhelmed by panic that even tears eva

Relief floods my body as his arms wrap around me, “little dove what are you doing? He picks me up and looks at my face, his eyes widen, “what happened? Why are you crying? My mouth vomits words, “you left, why would you do that, why would you leave and not say anything if you wanted me, you left me all alone,” I scream at the top of my lungs, “I CAN’T BE LEFT ALL ALONE NOT EVER AGAIN!” My body shakes and tears flood my eyes, cascading down my cheeks like tiny rivers with no end.

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

Rex replied with a faint smile, looking at Kiri with a smile and sidelong glance. “You heard us?” Kiri asked, tilting her head slightly, one eyebrow cocked. “I heard everything,” Rex nodded, counting on his fingers as he spoke. “I heard you start to cry when you thought I was going to die.” “I did not,” Kiri scoffed. “Then when Dilo broke down into hysterics when the doctor started to bleed me dry,” he continued, pointing to another finger, this proclamation made Kealy and Venya gasp. “I did no such thing,” Dilo scowled.

He said: “The people who didn’t do anything wrong cry. Not always. Not at every interview. But somewhere in the conversation, the body remembers it lost a husband, and the body cries.” He looked at me. He said, gently: “You haven’t cried.” I did not cry then either. I want to tell you why, because the why was not the reason Eddie Doyle thought. I did not cry because Derek had taken the body’s capacity to cry over him a long time ago. I had cried, in three years, more than I had cried in the whole of my life before him — and I had cried, when I cried, with a fan on, into a towel, in a bathroom with a locked door. The body did not remember losing Derek because the body had already, slowly, acr

“At the company. Why? What’s wrong?? You don’t sound so good.” “You’re busy. We can talk later.” “No. I’m not too busy to not have your time. Talk to me, Daci. What’s wrong?” He asked softly, and I broke into more tears, placing my hand on my mouth so I could cry silently. “Daci, are you crying? Where are you? I’m coming to get you right now.” “I… I need to drink so bad.” I muttered in tears. “Fine. We’ll drink together, okay?? Just tell me where you are. I’ll take you to the bar.”

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"