Douma Crying Novels & Stories

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.

'Now. Doom obeyed readily, and within a few moments, his thick length was sawing back inside her, quickly working up a rapid vibration until he had them both jerking and shouting. Veronica yipped and screamed like a bitch in heat, her hands tightly gripping her breasts, kneading them viciously as she jolted on her benchtop. She went from slapping the rough wood to grasping at her breasts, to simply gripping the bench for all her worth and holding on tight as Doom pounded her, a meaty slapping emanating from their joined bodies.

"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.

I've made some of her favorite sandwiches! Emily pushed the study door open. After scanning through the emails in his inbox, Ansel's eyes filled with tears, and his hand shook. He stared in disbelief at the photos. The photos were of me after I had been completely disfigured and lost both legs. He could not recognize his beloved Julie at all. "Mom… Julie can't come back and see you anymore…"

“We are hosting today. Can you try not to have your head in the clouds?” “You said that you loved me, right?” he teased and my cheeks flamed again. “Childish,” I muttered, walking back to the packhouse to find Cain. I was met with panicked yelling. Donna was hunched over, her hand pressed against her chest. Farah stood beside her. “Breathe in,” Farah said and Donna sucked in a sharp breath and held it. “Out.” Donna blinked rapidly, tears pooling in her eyes. Farah tilted her head up. “If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.”

Kritisha couldn’t believe that she saw Dawn crying, right in front of her. Dawn turned her head sideways, hiding her face full of tears away from her, but she just earned an annoying laugh from her, she just rolled her eyes and insisted on wiping her tears using her hand that was chained. “What do you want?” She just asked her without looking at her. “I'm satisfied looking at your state right now. I don’t imagine that I’d see you cry, or have tears in your face, like this near.” Dawn scoffed and sent her sharp looks. “You can go now, if you just laugh your ass out here,” she said after but Kritisha didn’t leave, she just stayed still there.

"You hear that, babies? She'll be home as soon as she can, all the while leaving poor old me to look after you on my own. What a cruel race these woman's are, eh? Utterly terrible human." Damon wasn't sure, but he could've sworn Max and Sam crying got louder. Damon held Max and Sam against his chest, his nose scrunching up in disgust from the smell of sour throw-up on his shirt as he headed over to the couch and picked up one of Sam rattles. "Come on, loves, help me out. I'll buy you a new toy if you stop crying. How about a giraffe? Or maybe a tambourine..?"

I continued sobbing, "And now I look hideous in front of you and you're gonna video me the post it online to embarrass me, oh look she's the hopeless romantic and now you're laughing too." Damon laughed, "Why are you so paranoid? I'm not taking a video of you, I'm just texting my dad where we went." "Oh, is that so?" I said and continued, "No, that's just an excuse, you're capturing this moment and you'll let me watch it tomorrow to see how ugly I cry." He continued to laugh so much, "You're crazy." "Crazy for him." I winked horribly then continued to sob, "But he's not crazy for me ."

“Mumma?’ shouted Dom, panting as he ran. But Claude knew, he had guessed that it was his elder sister. And when he entered the kitchen, he saw his sister on her knees, being held up by their Mumma who was also sobbing but struggling to stay calm. Ria was like a crazed woman, screaming, shouting wildly. Tara was staring, her mouth open and Camille had also rushed in and was trying to calm Ria. Beatrice stood, her old body shaking with sobs. Claude sagged against the door.

Damien ended in a deep sad tone. Lira felt her eyes go heavy. Just after the next second, her tears started to fall. Her heart was clenched so hard and she felt her knees were shaking. She put them on the chair and hugged them to calm her knees. Then she put her head on her knees letting the tears coming out freely from her eyes. "Please don't cry for me, Lira. I am not worth it." Damien spoke firmly. Though she cried silently, Damien was too sensitive to know it.