Douma Crying Novels & Stories

And all I could do was cry… @SenaSen

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.

The detective thought to just ran away and call for help but his feet felt glued on the floor. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’ “DOMUS!” the nun threw her head back as she yelled the last word, her eyes flew open wide. Her whole body shook and the detective was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. She was catching her breath but her eyes never left Lucas’ body, who remained unmoving.

The plastic bag slowly slipped out of her grip, her toenails fearfully digging into the soil. Refusing to breathe, Ophelia slowly turned around, her eyes still shut. There was no need to run; she understood that it would not do her any good. Her eyes slowly opened; from the ground, her eyes timidly went up to the huge figure of an unknown male who had stopped a few steps away from her.

Hearing maheen panic, sukoon opens her eyes and sits in the bed she sees maheen was crying. Seen this she gets panic and asked maheen what happen?why are you crying?but maheen didn’t say anything and cries badly now seen her crying sukoon eyes get wet and she gets scared she said i will die maheen if you didn’t say anything to me please tell me why are you crying like this?

Chapter 10 Alicia's POV Twaap My eyes widened and tears streamed out of them as a belt landed across my back with the tip hitting my buttocks like it would slash it. "I like it when you cry. You shouldn't feel good. Not yet. Cry for me, Alicia." Dom wound the belt around his palm and came closer to me, squatting in front of me, his free hand grabbed and pulled my chin up. My eyes were already wet and puffy, satisfaction evident on his face as he stared into my ocean eyes.

"Dad wanted so badly to save her. But when it came to me, he simply tossed me away like a ragdoll." "Why are you crying? And what are you mumbling to yourself?" Domenico’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. Renata jerked her head toward him, her eyes red-rimmed and her phone still clutched tightly in her trembling hand. "Ree, who the fuck made you cry?" Domenico’s protective instincts flared instantly. He was across the kitchen in a heartbeat, his hands cupping her face with a frantic, rough tenderness. "Tell me," he demanded, his thumbs brushing away the moisture from her cheeks.

Damon spoke as calmly as he could. He was sincere; his eyes were unclouded by any hidden meaning. She nodded her head; Elevena's eyes welled up with tears as she heard such gentle words. Damon returned her smile and nodded, "It's okay," and embraced her in a tight comforting hug, "don't cry. It's all over now."