Doraemon Crying Novels & Stories

********* Author's DW:- Doraemon Doraemon is a character with the same Japanese anime show name for children. Doraemon a robotic cat from the twenty-second century, who time traveling in the twenty-first century and started living with a ten years boy whose name was Nobita. He was an average-looking boy without any skill. Everyone likes to bully him and make him cry. Only Doraemon helps him always and makes him happy.

Past continues... “Why are you crying, Mommy?” Soren asked, his small hands trembling as he reached for her, trying to wipe the streams of tears from her face. His voice was filled with confusion and fear. Aadhira’s lips quivered, but no words came out. Every part of her body screamed in pain—not just from the physical wounds but from the loss, the helplessness, and the unimaginable horror unfolding before her eyes.

She covers her face and cries in her palm. The last time she used a dildo, she went off without an orgasm. Fucking herself suddenly feels like a chore. She takes her phone from the locker and dials her mum. “I can't.” She breaks down the second her mum’s warm voice beams through the speaker. “I’m sorry, I can't.” She sniffles, crying harder. The tears pool at her chin and soak up her lingerie. “Love,” her mum whispers, trying to soothe her. “Calm down—”

Her clothes are left in that hell of a mansion, instead. 'Sure those will be thrown away this instant.' But she can do no more but shrugged it off and sigh deeply. At least, she made it out from there alive and intact. Seeing the text message that she got made all of her worries slowly fade out. She smiled at it and the threatening tears that were controlled to be hidden now found their way out of her eyes. It flowed one by one and she is now crying silently at that bus stop alone. It's already night time and not many people are here at this time. She was somehow grateful to be alone at this moment because crying at home later would make her family worry more.

I started crying. " Sshhh, I can feel you, but always remember that I am still here to be with you, and now we have another family to help us, there are Jordan and Kim," Liz said, " You need to be at your strongest when you're feeling at your weakest" She added I can't stop my eyes from watering, I just buried my face on Liz's shoulders and cried like a baby. Jordan

The worry etched on his face deepened as he noticed the tears in her eyes. “Amara, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Darius asked, his voice laced with concern.

Tears slipped down before I could stop them. Dante woke up and started crying when he saw me. I pulled him into my arms at once. “It is okay. Mama is here.” Emalia rushed in. “What happened?” “Nothing,” I said quickly. But Dante held onto me, his small hands gripping my clothes. “Mama cried,” he said between sobs. “I am not crying anymore,” I said, wiping my face. I asked Emalia to leave so I could calm him down. “Are you still crying?” Dante asked.

Once she looked at you with those big, beautiful adorable eyes and that killer cute smile, you’d be ready to blast mountains to get her that rarest of rare diamond. Mahira’s heart melted, “baby, I’m so sorry to have left you for so long, what made you cry so hard darling, you know how bad mama is feeling right now,” Mahira almost had tears in her eyes, she’d never heard Tama cry like this. “Hey Mak, tell me how did you bully my Tama, I swear I’ll hang you up side down and..,” “Hold it, hold it fighter, its not me who made your pumpkin cry,”

He winced and we turned to him. “Damon, are you fine?” We breathed at the same time, peering at him. He groaned and glanced at the two of us, his forehead creased with pain. “Mum?” He groaned. Cara burst into tears. “Yes, yes, my boy.” She breathed, tears freestyling on her cheeks. “It's me, your mum. I'm so happy that you are back.” I also had tears streaking down my face. I stayed still, holding my breath as I waited for him to turn to me and call my name.

The room blurs, and the world around me fades into a haze of sorrow and disbelief. Tears well up in my eyes, blinding me to everything except the pain that consumes my being. It becomes increasingly difficult to draw breath, as if the air itself has turned heavy and suffocating. I reach out for support, searching for solace in the embrace of my godparents. Lola's trembling voice breaks through the fog of despair, her words a desperate plea, "Oh no, God! Someone catch her before she hits her head!"