Douma Crying Novels & Stories

Angel sniffed, glancing at the broken plates still littered on the floor. Diam laughed, but it was bitter and brought tears to his eyes. "Mine got broken as well. My happiness. My heart. My dreams. All broken. So, will you ever get back your China?" "Sadly, no." "Same here. I'll never be whole again. Not in this lifetime." Diam only realized he was crying when her little hands came to his face and wiped off the tears. He chuckled, turning away. When his eyes returned to her, she was crying as well. "Hey, don't do that. Please."

“Oh, Amore.” Dax moved his body so his hand was flattened right by my head and he was leaning down so he was eye level with me. “Don’t cry.” “I’m not crying! I am frustrated and embarrassed for telling you that! My stupid body’s reaction is to cry. I’m not sad…” I lied through my teeth and he knew it.

, She screams as she hugs Krish from behind making both of them stop. She then comes forward and looks at Krish and Farha to find themselves broken and gloomy with red eyes and fresh tears. "Please don't go and stay with me… how would I live without you. Pl-eas-e!!", She says again, making fresh tears roll down. Farha looked away to control her tears and looked up while Krish turned his face. They all were crying and seeing that many people stared at them. Dia sobbed and cried feeling low and broken and when unable to bear it anymore hugs her bestfriends pulling them closer. The tears they were trying to stop flowed more freely like a river.

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.

Damon wasn’t listening at all. “You lied to me, Jeanette,” he mumbled as he reached out and pulled away the white cloth over the woman’s face. ‘It’s not her.’ It was a foreign lady with a high nose and deep, set eyes. Even though the seawater had soaked her face beyond recognition, he could immediately tell that it wasn’t her. He staggered backward and landed, sitting on the shore. His eyes moistened with tears. This was probably his first time crying in front of someone else.

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Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

Dominco said, hearing this made tears well up in his little eyes as he wiped at it, "What's wrong sweetheart?" Nora asked him,she had never seen Carl cry,it was unusual for him to cry except he was in pain, "Are you hurt anywhere, what's wrong?" Dominco asked as Carl shaked his head, lifting up his cloth he wiped at his tears properly, "I'm happy!"

"I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime." "Don't be afraid anymore; Grandma is here to protect you," Donna reassured in a gentle tone while hugging Ula and gently soothing her. Feeling the warmth and affection from her grandmother, as well as recalling everything she had been through. Overwhelmed by a mix of sorrow and deep emotion, Ula couldn't contain herself and continued to cry even louder. Understanding her granddaughter's emotions, Grandma Donna didn't intervene, allowing Ula to cry to her heart's content. Grandma Donna believed that after crying, Ula would feel more at ease.

This time, the dam she had been desperately holding back burst open, and tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the pain she felt within. Damn it! Why is she crying? Doesn't she realize how deeply her tears affect me? Overwhelmed by her sorrow, I closed the distance between us, gently gripping her shoulders for support. "Please, Anna, stop crying... You know how much I hate to see you in tears." With a tender touch, I wiped away a tear with my thumb, trying to soothe her. "It's just a plate, nothing more. It's not worth your anguish."