Guts Crying Novels & Stories

I want to pour my soul out until there's no drop of water left in me. After crying continuously for a good ten minutes or maybe more. My vision became blurry by tears and It became nearly impossible to breathe. I started gagging and crying more loudly. I heard the door open and footsteps approaching me. Two strong arms grabbed me and pulled me toward a strong and toned stomach. ' What the fuck happened ?? '

[Erin] My stomach twisted and retched as if someone had pushed their hands through my mouth and pulled my organs out, while my fingers curled around the edge of the sink, and my nails dug into the porcelain surface. I felt as if someone was pulling my insides out of me. My vision became blurry, my ears rang, and I couldn't stop the uncontrollable flow of tears that were streaming down my cheeks. It was a horrible feeling, spilling all my guts down the drain. The acrid tang lingered in my mouth as I heaved out the final content of my stomach before my lungs eventually had their considerable amount refill of air.

Hopefully, you don't catch it wrong. ________________________ And again, I was crying like a baby Most crying can make me blind 😭😭😭 I could feel what Gerald felt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially Rara felt. 😭😭😭😭 Really oh my God 😢😢😢😢😢

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

he sounded irritated. I cried more and a bit louder than the previous one. Suddenly, I felt the urge to vomit and ran to the bathroom. Chadrick followed right away to check on me. He caressed my back and helped me lift my hair to prevent it from messing with the sink. "You should stop crying, see what happened?" he breathed out "You puked because of mixed emotions," he was anxious scolding me. I told him that I'm not feeling well and in a few, I held onto his arm and everything went black.

Fuck! People were staring at me and their eyes were following me. I could feel it. Who would run like shit with spits from his head and on his shirt? I know. It's gross. "Chris!" He jolted and I saw three big boxes. "Fuck!" Cursing out loud and tried to lift the box but it was damn heavy. I almost shit myself. "God!" Badly want to cry right now but I never showed. Instead, I keep on trying and trying until I lift them boxes.

I came with my thighs clamped around his head and his name ripped out of my chest and tears – sudden, unexpected, pouring down my temples before I understood they were there. Not gentle tears. Not the gentle tears from the night of the mic drop. Crying. Real, ugly, gasping crying – the kind that comes from a place so deep you didn't know it existed until someone's mouth opened it. My face crumpling. My body shaking. The orgasm and the grief and the relief and the two weeks of absence colliding inside me and detonating simultaneously.

I rushed out of the office, I jumped on my bed curled like a ball crying after seeing my purple butt. I can't stop crying, I feel very small, I feel like I'm alone. It's just my luck. When I was in the Blackstone, I didn't get hit that much or that badly... I'm just 16 years old. Why do I take that much cruelty... I'm now sobbing loudly I didn't notice I was so loud to the point that I couldn't hear the door when it opened and shut " Hey, douchebag. I can't focus because of your crying." He said coldly

Fireworks started going off in my stomach, and just like that, I erupted. "GAAHH HUHNNN!!" I cried out, my hips bucking upward before I could force myself to lie still.

My Stomach made a grumpy ‘I am hungry’ sound Shit! (Subconsciously Face palms Her self) So embarrassing..