Douma Crying Novels & Stories

Lesson two, he said was focus. My every movement felt loud. The way my fingers adjusted on the handle. The way my shoulders braced. I could feel his eyes on me, on the way I moved, on the way fear made my hands tremble. Luca and Tiago were there, watching, and a couple of older men who had seen too much to be surprised. Diego stood a short distance back, expression unreadable.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

His eyes were already tearing up and all the moans had already left his mouth. “I will, darling.” Feeling Liam inside, Davi felt so full and happy. So this is how it felt? His eyes teared up some more and he whined for an embrace and a kiss, “Kiss me, hug me… Li-liam, hnnggg,” his tears couldn’t stop rolling. These are tears of joy. “Does it hurt?” he asks after seeing the crying omega. He slowed down with his action and ensured that he was not penetrating so hard, “want me to pull out?”

My fingers fumbled as I fought against the overwhelming urge to throw up. "You're taking too long," Damien said, tilting his head. His voice held no patience. "Or are you hesitating?" I gulped hard, lifting my gaze to meet his. That annoying smirk was still there like he had already won. Tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them, hot and unstoppable, exposing the anger and helplessness in my chest. I wanted to gulp it all down, to keep it together, but my body refused to listen. Damien leaned in, his fingers slightly brushing against my cheek as he gently wiped away my tears. “There, there," he cooed mockingly. "No need to cry. I'll make it easy for you." He straightened, his hand

“ Why are you crying ? “ asked mr Maurizio wen he saw his wife sobbing . Madam Carla turned her face towards her husband’s worried expression annoyed . “ I am looking at my baby’s photos . My baby who didn’t want to meet me because of you . My baby whose life got ruined because of you . “ said madam Carla angry with teary eyes . Mr Maurizio looked at his wife surprised as he never expected her to be so angry . He had never seen her be so angry before . “ Carla……I… “ said Maurizio taken aback from her anger and tears . “ I don’t wanna talk to you . I don’t even wanna see you until this mess is fixed . Until you fix the peaceful life of my son which you ruined . “ said madam Carla angrily .

I was hurled onto the floor, struggling desperately as I tried to crawl back. Donna approached and assumed a crouching position to observe me. She was dressed in a Chanel outfit with her hair meticulously styled and a brand-new manicure. She appeared to be a socialite who had just finished playing bridge at the country club, but her eyes were devoid of warmth. She spoke in a very light tone, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "You little tramp! You really thought you could wreck my son's Famiglia, huh? Did you think you could just walk out on the DeLuca Famiglia, Lina?"

All she could do was cry. No matter how hard she tries to bring herself to explain, tears seem to roll down her face regardless. “I…I was…” She stammered but words failed her again. “Who made you cry?” He asked calmly but she could see the almost evil glint in his eyes as he stared down at her. “It's my fault. It's all my fault. I…” Damon dropped his umbrella, got on one knee and lifted her off the ground effortlessly. Naomi leaned in, sobbing still.

“I will never forgive him! It’s not about killing my father in the Ring, it’s about taking away my source of breath…” “I can’t breathe!” Dora says, and with a desperate, choking sound, she stumbles to a halt, the last trace of her iron control dissolving. She did not fall, but the sudden stop of movement seemed to unmoor her, leaving her trembling violently on the verge of collapse. A noise tore from her throat, a sound that is less a cry and more of a guttural, raw scream of anguish and exhaustion. It is high-pitched and laced with tears, a keening lament that seemed to vibrate with both physical agony and profound grief.

As I got down into the basement steps, the whimpers and crying got even more louder Someone was definitely crying . Moma sometimes hug me and she does it really tightly sometimes that her eyes turns black and it feels like she wants to squeeze me till I can't breathe anymore. I hate it when moma's eyes turns black because then Dad starts hitting her while she chases him with a knife I got to the main door of the basement, this time it was clear someone was crying I peeped into the small hole, someone was there. Moma took another person . I hear different voices every week and then they stopped for some time

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.