Eren Yeager Crying Novels & Stories

"Thank you for bringing her." "Couldn’t keep her away." Bella smiled warmly. "Or Noah, or Ashley, or Fred. You scared the hell out of us, V." Fred huffed dramatically. "Excuse me, I was composed." Ashley snorted. "You were crying into a dish towel." "I was polishing glasses." "You were weeping on them." "My eyes were reacting to cleaning detergents—" "Nope," Ashley said, crossing her arms triumphantly. "Tears. Full tears."

my dad whispered softly and tears welled up in my eyes. "No! No! He didn't do it! I know he didn't do it! He would never do it!" I yelled and averted my eyes back at Clark. His eyes were shut and his hard face was stoic with no trace of emotion. "Open your eyes Brownie and look at me. Look at me and tell me that you didn't do it. Look at me."

“Father Emperor, no!” Right at that moment, a heart-wrenching echoed! If one were to follow that voice, one would see Yvette nearby. She stood there as she continued to cry! At that moment, she stomped her feet and sobbed terribly! “Father Emperor, I beg you, stop! Don’t kill Darryl. I beg you! I’ll kneel and beg you, I cannot live without him…” Yvette’s tears continued to fall; she could not stop at all.

She had always been prideful, but at that moment, she pleaded while crying, “Please, Sammy, give me the medication. “I don’t mind if you don’t like me. I don’t care that you left me in the mountain valley for a day and night. You know just how important my legs are to me. I can’t lose them! I want to continue dancing! Dancing is my dream! Please!” In the end, she broke down and started crying. Huge beads of tears fell down her pale cheeks. In the past, no matter how heavily injured Joy was, she never cried, but at the moment, she cried in such despair that it made Samuel clench his fists. He trembled slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Yelena also woke up from the pain. When she remembe

Truett cried dejectedly, “I am no longer the peerless fighter or the son that you take pride in!” There was a loud sound as Yegor threw a slap across Truettʼs face. Truettʼs eyes were bright with unshed tears as he looked up at Yegor. “I’m a shame to the Skynet group!” Yegor slapped Truett in the face again, and he even gave him a heavy kick on the stomach. “You should punish me, Dad.” Truett pushed himself up and continued kneeling. “I’ve lost everything. I might as well just die.”

She shoved the tissues into Kiera’s hand and leaned back in her chair, hoping that silence would be enough. Honestly, she would rather perform a hundred surgeries than try to comfort someone. She sat quietly, her patience wearing thin but refusing to leave, waiting for Kiera to finish crying. Eventually, Kiera’s sobs subsided. She wiped her eyes and managed a weak, embarrassed smile. “Sorry… I must look like a complete mess.” “You don’t.” Yuna avoided her gaze, unable to look directly into those teary eyes. She sipped her coffee and muttered, “I mean, I’ve never really cried before, but I don’t think crying is something to be ashamed of.”

he says as the tears fall from his eyes. "Heaven? Is it a ward here? If it is then why are you crying,our baby is safe. I want to see her " I say and Erica burst out crying. "No baby, we lost our little angel. She didn't make it " he cries and i froze. I looked at my mom and she was crying on dad's shoulders. Erica was crying in her palms. "This is a joke right. If it is then it isn't funny" I say but my voice broke.

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" ~

Never in my life did I ever expect him to say anything close to that. “I hate the fact you don’t remember me, but I’m also glad. Because you don’t remember anything about the past and how much it hurt you… how much I hurt you. But it also means you forgot that you once loved me, and I know you did. As much as I denied it and avoided it, you loved me…. and I miss it, I miss you. Sohla, two years have felt like twenty.” Jyeon’s voice breaks again, and this time it’s obvious upset. He sniffs, and my eyes snap up to see the way he bites on his bottom lip to curb his emotions, and his eyes are damp. His jaw tense, his brows dipped as he fights to remain neutral. I’ve only seen Jyeon cry once, and

I could not stop crying. That was the part that humiliated me most — not the firing, not the twenty-four hour deadline, not the image of Gerald Watts' cold, satisfied expression as I walked out of his office. It was the crying. I had spent years training myself out of it, years teaching myself that tears were something you saved for the truly private moments, and here I was, sitting on Priya's bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my face completely falling apart while she rubbed circles on my back and said nothing because there was nothing to say.