Guts Crying Novels & Stories

The tears mist my eyes, my throat swelling so I almost can’t breathe as ache hits me low in the gut and threatens to make me crumble. I push the note back inside quickly, trying to combat it and flick through the cash, mentally counting almost two hundred dollars and it breaks the wall that’s been holding in the tears. I slump down onto the floor, like a disheveled sack and begin to cry, holding it close to my chest and completely break down. It’s not just for this, but for everything.

Violently. My entire body seizes with the force of it. My throat burns. My eyes sting. My stomach clenches and twists like it's trying to expel a demon. It's loud, messy, and mortifying. I also think I might be crying, but it all blends together in a blur of misery. "Oh, fuck," Mason groans from somewhere across the room. I hear the bathroom door crash open like he's sprinting for cover. Solidarity puking? Maybe. Or he just needed to flee the scene of horror.

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

She’s in a fetal position, hugging a pillow, her body shaking as sobs rack through it. I’ve taken a lot of punches in my life, been shot, had someone stab me in the spleen, and been left for dead. But nothing is as gut-wrenching as seeing her crying because I’m not able to give her something that she obviously needs. I close my eyes and curse myself as I realize I’m about to rip my heart out. “I can’t bear to hear you cry, but hearing you cry because of me feels like I’m dying.”

Feeling tears rapidly gather in my eyes and spill all over my cheeks I finally let myself fall, rather dully collapsing on my knees, but not before letting out an equally frustrated and sorrowful cry. “Fuuuck!”

System paused and sniff then continued on, saying in a nasal voice because of crying hard, “Aren’t you afraid that you be separated from me, and you will be assigned to that substitute system with no experience at all?! as Gabriel system said this, system 'Eye' crying become more intense. Gabriele thin purse lips twitches at the itchiness he was feeling in his palm, the palm that in which was completely dry and smooth so clean, visibly sweat because of the tears that fall down from system 'Eye' big eyes. Gabriele lowered his eyes, he opened his palm slightly, lifting it up a little bit so his gaze could look at that tears.

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

The cries of their anguish were excruciating. A sudden chill ran down Dirk's spine as he stared wide-eyed at the Lycgers, who were crying loudly, trying to alleviate their pain. But they were powerless against it. They cried even louder, clutching their sides and begging for it to end. Tears streamed down their faces, and their bodies shook as every muscle seemed to be torn apart. But the torment wasn't over. Dirk's knees buckled from the overwhelming horror. He felt sickened witnessing their distress, backing away in horror as his legs gave way under him. He could only watch the scene unfolding before him.

“Ahhh…fuck…yes…Alpha…yes..” I cried as I came fucking hards, so fucking hard thst my lips trembled as I felt the I knees slips out of my pussy. Oh fuck. It came out violently like a rush. My cunt gushed. My thighs twitched. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips. I collapsed. Breathless. Ruined. Still empty. Still starving. Because no matter how deep my fingers went…

Margo was crying. I ran over to her, confused about what was happening. Somehow, our fight seemed too trivial to make Margo cry. Not because our friendship wasn’t dear to her, but because she barely cried. We liked to joke that she was born without tear glands. I was the undisputed crybaby of our duo yet my eyes remained dry. I consoled her, placing her head on my shoulder and running my hand down her silky smooth hair, the must-ask question at the tip of my tongue. This must have been how Gavin felt when I suddenly burst into tears in his car yesterday.