Eevee Crying Novels & Stories

“I told you, Eve. I’ll do anything for you. I was a total coward years ago, I admit. In this marriage, I’ll make sure you don’t shed tears, I promise.” “Really?” Her glossy eyes looked up to him. “I will.” Just then she burst into tears, hot tears streaming down her cheek, her sobs breaking out surrounding the whole room. Pushing him away from her drunk self, she sat on the bed, her tears streaming uncontrollably. “Why are you crying? I’m sorry if I said something wrong.” He rushed to her side in panic. Her sobs increased. “My tears won’t stop.” After what seemed like an eternity, Eve finally stopped sobbing although her tears didn’t stop. Her hands latched on the zipper of her dress, pullin

The man looked skeptical as he stared down at a frightened Eevee. “You owe me,” the man said, angrily as he grabbed Eevee’s arm and pulled her along with him. Eevee looked back at her father; tears clouding her vision as they grew distant. Her father didn’t spare her another look; he ran off into the battle and disappeared before her eyes. Eevee screamed for him and wanted to run back to her father, but the man was too strong. “Come on!” He said in a gruff tone. “I’m not going to fight with you, kid.”

I repeated, voice cracking on the last word like a teenager. Eve’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “Yeah. She’s been acting up bad. Won’t eat, barely drinks, looks all dry and sad. I’ve been trying everything to get her interested again, but she’s just… unresponsive.” I swallowed so hard my throat clicked. My brain was screaming CAT CAT CAT, but my dick was already half-hard and not listening. I forced my eyes to stay on her face. “Okay. Symptoms. In detail.”

He emitted a soft, low whimper. Warren couldn't help but smirk as he tenderly stroked Bailey's head. "If you cry a little louder, Mommy might just feel sorry for you." Meanwhile, Evelyn was engrossed in conversation with Dennis. Suddenly, Warren's urgent call interrupted her. "Evie, Bailey is in pain. Come and take a look." Ending her call, Evelyn rushed over immediately. In a soothing tone, she comforted Bailey, "Don't cry, Bailey. Mommy's here. Mommy will always be with you." Bailey gently licked Evelyn's hand, gradually succumbing to sleep under her comforting touch.

We sobbed like babies, let our hurt out. “I’m sorry, Evie… I’m really sorry…” “Me too.” She sniffed and pressed me into her. Poor Violet wrapped her hands around our legs. “Mama? Mama, you’re crying…” She tapped my legs. When no one responded to her, she burst into tears. Oh, god. I wiped my tears and managed to pull away from Evelyn, then I clutched down to my baby and hugged her. “Honey, mama isn’t hurt, mama is fine.” I wiped tears off her chubby little cheeks. “Okay?”

Eve asked me, mirroring my own thoughts. She seemed alarmed. “I don’t know why I said that,” I told her. “Am… Annette,” Eve said. She moved away from the computer then, coming closer to me. “You are crying.” Reaching up, I touched my cheeks and found they were wet. Yes, now that I realized it, I could tell I was sobbing lightly. My nose was stuffy and my shoulders weren’t as steady as they had been earlier. I felt distinctly like something was missing.

Pat immediately sat up straighter. “You’ve danced enough to the tune of my calls, right?” Pat shot back automatically. But Tee didn’t respond with his usual playful attitude. Instead, “Can we do this later?” Something about his voice felt wrong instantly. It sounded hoarse. Heavy. Exhausted. Like someone whose energy had been drained from crying for far too long. Because in truth, Tee had been crying. Pat blinked twice slowly, his expression immediately changing. “Tee…” For the first time, genuine worry crossed his face.

She has been silently crying for twenty minutes now. Lola held the pillow and sobbed, biting the pillow and trembling. Her eyelashes were clumped together from the wetness, and her light golden hair stood on end. Her expression looked a lot like the popular "crying cat" meme on the internet, but her posture was more like a helpless golden retriever hugging a peanut.

Evvie starts rubbing my back in circles and I bury my head in her shoulders, clutching onto the hem of her dress as if my life depended on it. Suddenly, my heart constricted with deathly pain I couldn’t imagine was possible. Unable to stop myself, I cried loudly, letting out the screams that have been desperate for release since I bolted out of those cells. “It hurts… it hurts…” I sobbed continuously. “Ssssshhhh… It’s ok. You’re gonna be ok…” Evvie soothed, whispering sweet nothings into my ear while she swiftly sat me on the edge of the bed. “Sleep…” I hear her whisper, and my eyes close automatically.

She quickly went for her phone and dialled her mother's number. She shut her eyes and waited for her mother to pick up the call. "Hey Eve!" Came her mother's voice after she picked up the call. There was silence from Eve's end. She pressed her hurting eyes against each other as the tears flowed ceaselessly down her cheeks. "Are you there my child?" Mrs Bloom demanded with her voice ringing concern. "I'm right here mom," Eve croaked. "Are you crying? What's the matter with you Eve? Why are crying? Are you okay?" Mrs Bloom threw the questions without stopping to catch her breath.