Douma Crying Novels & Stories

"Why are you crying. Get up." Dita wiped her tears and turned to the person, it turned out that he was her husband, jay. Dita immediately stood up to look tough "What are you doing here? Don't you still have a job?"ask Dita while smiling. "Don't smile, I was just passing by and saw someone who had so much weight that she was crying. It was you."Jay answered while looking at the restaurant next to them. Dita lowered her head and said. "Sorry, I don't have much weight. It's just that I want to cry, someone must want to cry just like that for no reason."

Next thing I know he’s being wheeled away through swinging doors and then he is gone. I collapsed, my body shaking as I’m on my hands and knees, my vision became blurry and my chest got tight and harder to breathe. I started crying. Large tears escaped my eyes and I began sobbing. The stranger rubbed my back and told me he’s going to be okay, but I don’t believe him. Suddenly a woman placed a hand on my head and I jumped and looked up to her and I shook and hiccupped from the amount of crying I’ve been through for the past two hours.

My voice comes out hoarse. “Our house,” he said, monotone. Cold. What? “So this is really the address, huh?” I glance around the room, confused. “Where are Grandma and Uncle? Weren’t they just here?” He lowers his head. Silent. And then I notice — His shoulders are trembling. Oh no. “Dongju…” I reach out, gently touching his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He lifts his head slowly. And when our eyes meet, I freeze. His lashes are wet. His whole face is tight, trembling. He’s crying. My stomach drops.

I begged through my tears. Robert caressed my back. “Keatton, dear,” I saw tears in his eyes. I hugged him tightly and cried on his chest. “Robert. Please help me wake up, Damon. Please, scold him to wakeup,” I whimpered. Robert shed tears. “Damon, wake up! I’m mad at you, now for making us all cry! Baby, wake up, please! Mommy Robert is going crazy now,”

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

“It’s so deep oh god, I’m cumming!” She shattered hard, crying out as her pussy clenched violently around his cock. Damien didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. The sight of her crying in pleasure only made him more possessive. “Cry for me, baby,” he snarled, slamming into her harder. “Cry while I breed this pregnant pussy again. I’m going to fill you until your belly looks even bigger.”

The sound of Damian’s body slamming into the wall was deafening, followed by the sickening crunch of glass shattering. "Damian!" I screamed, rushing to his side. My legs felt like they were moving through water, my panic slowing everything down. Damian lay crumpled on the floor, his wolf form melting back into his human body. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, and his breathing was shallow. "No, no, no," I muttered, my hands shaking as I tried to rouse him. "Damian, wake up! Please, wake up!" His head lolled to the side, unresponsive. Tears blurred my vision, hot and relentless. The fear clawing at my chest was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the fury bubbling just beneath

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.

Music drifted from someone’s speakers, and a soft breeze carried laughter and snippets of conversations around them “Okay, girls,” Bisola said suddenly, holding up her cup of Fanta like it was a microphone. “Real question — who here has cried because of a guy?” Mope groaned. “Why are we doing this again?” “Because it’s healing!” Bisola declared dramatically. “You can’t be truly free until you admit the tears.” “I’ll go first,” Mope said, flipping her braids. “In 200 level, I cried because Damilola didn’t text me for a week. Only to find out he was in the hospital for malaria.”

Tears kept falling and her shoulders trembled harder. “Oh, my dear girl, why are you crying like this? Don’t cry, baby… please don’t cry.” Niona’s voice turned soft and worried. She quickly pulled out the handkerchief She always kept in her purse and reached up to gently wipe her face. Her hands weren’t as steady as they used to be. Outside the study door, Damien had already ended the call. The sound of Maureen’s crying reached him clearly through the wood. He stepped closer and looked inside.