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" ~

Demi said trying to calm Nova down which made him cry even more. “WAH~ W-why would you get used to it!” Demi flinched at the sudden wail from Nova. “My aunt used to do worse than this so stop crying now, my head is starting to hurt.” Demi said. She looked at Nova who was crying, it looked like he was the one slapped hard and not her from his state right now.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

He chuckled. “You never really cared for heels like that. But you look beautiful, Dawnie.” His voice was husky while his eyes were red-rimmed. I stopped walking, causing him to stop as well, he gave me a questioning look. “Dom, are you about to cry?” I asked, worriedly. He cleared his throat before shaking his head in denial. “Dom. You know that if you do cry then I’m going to cry. Then Ma will probably kick my butt because the makeup will be all messed up.” I teased him, causing him to chuckle while nodding.

I rang the doorbell and no one came out, until I heard Dominic's laughter from behind the door. “Mom, mom... that's the nice man outside.” He doesn't call me Dad yet, Donna prefers things to go slowly, according to her, his head is too small to process so much information in so little time. As I opened the door and looked at her face, I realized that she was crying. Her wet eyes and red nose didn't hide her sad feelings. “Hey... what happened?” She hugged me and just cried, as if something was hurting inside her. “Is everything all right?”

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

"You don't need to tell me." I stopped. "Fall back," I told my men. They moved away, giving us space but staying alert. I grabbed Damon's shoulder, spun him around. Looked him dead in his one eye. I was pissed. "That stunt you pulled in there?" I pointed back at the infirmary. "Idiotic. We're already drowning, and you're out here looking weak and pathetic." Damon turned away. His shoulders started shaking. Was he actually— "Why the fuck are you crying?" The words exploded out of me.

It was Darius. Darius didn't wait for her response before opening the door. Immediately, his eyes fell on her, and he knew she had been crying, despite how hard she tried to wipe her face. Amara, are you crying? Darius asked as he approached her. Amara lifted her gaze and looked up at him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Darius, she burst into tears and fell into his arms. Darius held her tightly, his warmth comforting her. He knew why she was crying and didn't need to ask.