Douma Crying Novels & Stories

“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.”

But a click from Xander made them move like robots with a controller. Gabbie roamed her eyes to see the maids who are still in their spots, very scared to move an inch. Some thought runs to her mind whether they've been constantly seeing this kind of viciousness inside this house? Because if that's not the case, why is she the only one crying? She is now a crying mess.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

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Before I could completely close my eyes, I could see a figure of a woman running towards Dimitri who is now on the ground, completely covered with wounds. “My son! What have you done to my son.” She was crying and yelling at the person behind me. Luna Frandale was Dimitri’s long lost mother. And finally my world turns black.

Lara's shoulders shook as light sobs escaped from her lips. "Are you-Are you crying?" Duncan's brows drew into a frown of concern. He craned his neck, peering at her. He didn't get a properly sentenced reply apart from the sobs that racked through her, getting intense each passing minute. Duncan heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a split second. Remorse washed over him for raising his voice at her and making her cry. "Hey," Duncan said softly, moving closer to her. He tilted her head up to face gum, brushing her hair with his fingers and tucking it behind her ear. "I did not mean to make you cry. It is okay."

his voice laced with malice forced Doona's eyes to tear up, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. Sochun eyed her up and down, sneering as he tightened his grip around her shirt. "You're still as ugly as ever. And you still have this freaking stupid haircut." He let go of her shirt and gripped her hair, to which Doona let out a yelp. "What aren't you going to cry for help, as you did before." Sochun pulled her hair tightly. Doona wrapped her hands around his wrist and dug her finger into his hands, but his grip only tightened. The crowd gasped and swore at Sochun, but he did not seem to mind, instead he flipped them off and finally turned back to speak to Doona. "You have some balls Doodie

John took the opportunity to grab the other and pulled along with him. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuu..." Donna cried out, her expression going pained again for a moment. Her head rolled back, along with her eyes, as she started to cum, her hips bucking wildly against Jessie as she fought to stay latched on and continue her energetic licking and slurping.

Waiting for the pain to take over. Waiting for whatever came next. And nobody from downstairs came up to check. Not Damien. Not Clara. Just the maid, crying quietly beside her. Aria felt a tear slip down her temple. Then another. She didn’t wipe them away. She let them fall. Because in that moment, crying was the only thing she could do. And it was finally honest.

Daisy's scream got stuck in her throat. Donato whispered—They are here....