Doraemon Crying Novels & Stories

“Do something! Don’t just stand there like an idiot, you’re supposed to be a doctor, aren’t you? Fix it! Make my baby breathe! Slap their back, I don’t care, just just don’t let my baby die!” I saw his eyes. They were wet. My Alpha, my big scary monster, the man who could rip out spines with his bare hands, was crying. And that terrified me more than anything. Because if Damon cried, if Damon actually let tears spill down his face, that meant the world was ending. “No!” I screamed, sobbing so hard my whole body jerked with every breath. “No, no, no, no! You’re not taking them from me, you hear me? You can’t! I almost died, I screamed my soul out, I tore myself open.”

After finally starting to recover, I ended up right back in a hospital bed because of one video. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them. And this time, I didn’t hold back. I just cried. Seeing me cry, Dolly panicked, fumbling to wipe my tears with trembling hands. "Eve, are you okay? Please don’t cry. You’re making me panic too." The more she tried to comfort me, the harder I cried. Dolly grew even more frantic, looking like she wanted to slap herself in frustration. She blurted out, "Don’t be sad, Eve! I’ll go teach those bastards a lesson! Just wait here. Don’t cry, don’t get upset..."

“Make it stop, make it stop!” I dropped to my knees beside him, pulling him into my arms. “Baby, it’s okay, you’re safe, I’ve got you—” “No!” he sobbed, shaking his head against my chest. “It’s screaming—it’s screaming!” “What is it?” Vera barked, scanning the room, every muscle ready to strike. “What do you hear, my sweet?” Damon’s voice trembled. “The ground… the house… the air. They’re crying.”

Dora looks utterly unhinged; a figure consumed entirely by the internal fire of her suffering. She isn’t just crying or screaming anymore; she is thrashing, tearing at herself with the manic, terrifying intensity of an individual who has completely lost the grounding of reality, trapped in a private, agonizing hell. “Do you still not get it? Why don’t you get it? I’m not happy, Dad. He was my whole world. When he died, my whole world crumbled. It was burnt into ash alongside his body. I was so scared; I couldn’t even cry because I was scared crying would make it all real. Maybe if I didn’t cry, it would turn out to be a fucking dream, or an act, a prank? All I wanted for him was happiness, b

“Send back-up now!” “Dad…” Cara shifted beneath him, despondently whispering as if awakening from her trance. Her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at him, clinging to his collar like a lost child pleading for help. Both horrified and rambling. “My dad…mom?” Damon wanted to hoist her into his shoulder and take her to safety. A peculiar feeling prodded his chest upon seeing this particular woman crying, and all he wanted to do is rip this world apart as punishment for hurting her.

I don’t know how much time had passed. I was still holding Dad’s drained body in a pool of rose-colored water. My eyes were swollen from crying. Two figures appear in front of me. They were speaking, but words, sounds, nothing was coming through. One of them knelt in front of me. He took my face in both his hands. His lips were moving but it seems like I am listening to them from underwater. Maybe I died too. Drowned in my tears and joined Dad and Mom. Can you die from crying too much? Dehydrate yourself to the point of no return? I think that’s what happened to me.

By the time I reached the door, the crying had escalated into full-blown wails. I pushed the door open. A young maid, one of the newer ones I presume, stood near the crib, bouncing awkwardly on her feet with Daemon in her arms. She looked exhausted and completely out of her depth. “There, there,” she murmured nervously, rocking him too fast, too stiff. “It’s alright, little one.” Daemon’s face was red, tiny fists clenched as tears streamed down his cheeks. The sight nearly broke me. “That’s enough,” I said sharply.

She has been silently crying for twenty minutes now. Lola held the pillow and sobbed, biting the pillow and trembling. Her eyelashes were clumped together from the wetness, and her light golden hair stood on end. Her expression looked a lot like the popular "crying cat" meme on the internet, but her posture was more like a helpless golden retriever hugging a peanut.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

I really feel bad now. "I'm really sorry guys, I didn't mean it purposely. I felt I was in danger and tried to defend myself." Tears streaming down my face and it's confusing because I rarely show emotions let alone cry. "Hey, Hey, Hey, Princess look at me, look here." And I did. "We're not mad at you, please stop crying I hate to see you cry." Damon tries to calm my sobbing. "Why are you crying baby girl? Did we do something wrong? Are you mad at us for scaring you?"