Douma Crying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Immediately Hajiya Kaltumi turned she saw Umma standing there with unshed tears in her eyes which means she heard everything Umma was about to fall down when Hajiya Kaltumi quickly went to hold her ************* Hummmmmmmm am speechless...... If you're not following my account do so zeeekadir

] [He’s so pitiful] Aurora really just kept trying to get him to calm down. But he was still crying. This made Aurora begin to reflect on whether she had done something ten times worse. Damon stood still for a moment. Finally he couldn't contain watching it. Frowning, he walked over. “Kai, there's going to be a flood if you keep crying." Trying to see through red eyes and sniffing, Kai finally tamed his tears.

The sound of Damian’s body slamming into the wall was deafening, followed by the sickening crunch of glass shattering. "Damian!" I screamed, rushing to his side. My legs felt like they were moving through water, my panic slowing everything down. Damian lay crumpled on the floor, his wolf form melting back into his human body. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, and his breathing was shallow. "No, no, no," I muttered, my hands shaking as I tried to rouse him. "Damian, wake up! Please, wake up!" His head lolled to the side, unresponsive. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. The fear clawing at my chest was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the fury bubbling just beneath

Another wail ripped from my vocal cords, vibrating back down, deep into my chest. "Have some sympathy! The woman had lost her child!" Damos growled from in front of us and came to a stop. Spinning around, his eyes lit up with anger towards the men. His eyes softened considerably as he looked at me. Eyeing my condition up and down, he lingered slightly on my exposed chest and bristled. There was pity within his face, but I had no energy to sneer his way. Amongst them all, he was the kindest. How had he ended up with these monsters?

I went to Daus, sitting on his bed. “It’s so late at night; why are you refusing to eat?” I asked. “Mommy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He has cried so hard. “Mommy is gone,” I said. He kept quiet, and soon his body shook; he was crying again. I carried him up, cleaning his cheeks. I feel so sorry for him. No child deserves this. “Stop crying, Daus; pretty boys don’t cry,” I said. He looked up at me, his brown eyes filled with tears.

Carmela barely heard them. Her focus was on him. Damion’s breaths were coming slower now, his body growing heavier against her. She pressed harder against his wound, ignoring the blood coating her fingers, ignoring the pain in her chest. “Damion—stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. His eyelids fluttered weakly. “Carmela…” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she cupped his face. “You have to hold on. You have to.” He let out a weak, humorless chuckle. “You’re… crying.”

Naomi said closing her eyes and saying a little prayer, she opened her eyes and turned to see Damien staring at the grave with the flowers in his hands. “Damien.” She called and he turned to her raising his brow, she could finally see his eyes clearly. They were so red and he looked in pain, he was fighting back his tears. “You know it's okay to cry right?” Audrey asked and he exhaled, he slowly dropped the flowers and ran his hand through his hair.

The Don was watching the news about the explosion, when Dora entered crying, he turned off the tv “You know I don't like to see people crying especially you and it has come to my attention that you have been doing this a lot these days despite my many lessons about it” Dora almost rolled her eyes, so father like of him to say something like that when he should be worried about why she was crying. She cleaned her face clean “Am sorry father but I can't contain my emotions. I think Colly is Dead” Dora tried to look as upset as she could but the Don laughed so hard he almost fell from his seat

My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

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.