Guts Crying Novels & Stories

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

I grimaced. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me cry out in pain. I knew tears were streaming out of my eyes, the dirt floor was wet underneath my head. I tried to force myself to stop crying. I tried to get control of my emotions.

I don’t understand anything that’s happening! Gut bubbles rise like a wave in my stomach, rapidly moving into my throat. I make a dash to my bathroom, lifting the toilet seat just in time for my breakfast to make its reappearance. I vomit until all that’s left are dry heaves, my stomach muscles straining to expel what isn’t left to expel as the tears continue to free fall. I sink onto my knees, laying my cheek against the porcelain as despair and anxiety run rampant through my body. All because of some fucking flowers.

I clenched my eyes tightly sucking in air through my mouth trembling all over. Bitter tears spill down my cheeks. “Lola, are you okay? Fucking-“ he gags at the smell of vomit. “What’s wrong?” I hold up one hand batting him away then lean forward hurling my guts over the toilet some more, my stomach must already be empty but it doesn’t stop my retching, I claw at the toilet. My stomach hurt and my ribs felt like it was at the point of caving in my chest. I shudder still on my knees as my belly retches once more. I spit out the bitter acidic taste lingering on my tongue.

My teeth grits hard, clenching and grinding the molars. “Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!” Looking up, I find understanding grey eyes staring at me. I didn’t know when I walked here. My throat worked. A lump lodged in my throat and refused to go away. “Can I.. can I hug you?”

And started crying. Really crying. Gut-wrenching sobs that tore from somewhere deep. I didn’t know why. Didn’t understand the grief pouring out of me.

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.