Fawn Crying Novels & Stories

~Celina~ I snapped my head up hearing someone clear their throat and saw Fiona standing there with an awkward grin on her face. I flushed, turning my face and wiping the tears away. Damn traitor hormones. “It’s okay, babe. I wouldn’t ever judge you. You can cry all you want if that makes you feel better,” Fiona said gently, patting my back, and my tears fell harder, my lips wobbling as I tried to speak. “I swear I am not a crybaby. I am just… I don’t even know why these stupid tears aren’t stopping!”

As I do I hear crying, sobbing, I feel anxiety and pain but most of all an overwhelming sense of love from the 2 babies laying on my chest. My arms automatically wrap around their little waists, holding them in place just as drakes red, puffy face comes into my line of vision, his hands go straight for my cheeks as he drops his forehead against mine and he starts to sob. I was stunned, I was confused, I had no idea what happened. “What’s wrong?“ I ask weakly, he doesn’t lift his head, he continues to cry as fiona drops to her knees behind him, her face streaked with tears also

The kind of voice we expect from a strong, healthy wolf. "I'm Fawn," she winks at him, smiling. One second, they are talking and getting to know each other. Mark growls at Fawn and she laughs excitedly before throwing a mouthful of water in her face. Mark growls and she shivers with excitement as he approaches her with slow steps. “I think you better run,” He orders, as he looks at her with amused eyes. Fawn lets out a scream and dives into the water, swimming to the other end of the pool. Mark growls and she shivers in excitement as he approaches her with slow steps.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Are you guys okay? “Ahhh! Ghost!” Ferdinand almost fell from his bed, and the sound woke DaeDae who's sleeping on the crib beside his bed. The little one blinked then his face crumpled as he began to wail. [Pa?! What's happening to you?! Why is DaeDae crying? Is something wrong?] He heard Farrah shout with concern. “H-How are you alive?!” [Pa! What kind of joke is that? Am I supposed to be dead? That's kind of making me sad...] Farrah grumbled, and Ferdinand turned quiet.

He grunted in pain as a few stray tears trickled down his face. “If I tried to stand, I just stumbled back to the ground. They scratched and scraped at my body. Each punch or hit felt like I was dying again. But then I heard the alarm. I thought it was my call to heaven. I kept fading in and out of consciousness. My vision was blurred. I was losing a lot of blood.” He sighed, pausing for a moment to control his breathing. “Then I felt someone pick me up. “Hey! Wake up! I need you to open your eyes! Can you hear me?” My eyelids were heavy. I had little to no strength left. I forcefully opened my eyes a little.