Hanako Crying Novels & Stories

; she was now displaying slow sobs, as those tears couldn't hold in anymore. Kazuma stood there quiet in shock and still trying to process all that he had just heard her say, like who the f**k does that, offers to help and doesn't and also keeps avoiding her. He was now burning in fury. Let him not set his eyes on Renji at this moment or else he might just strangle him dead. He raised his palm, stretched it into the slit spot, right through it, and wiped off the tears that were flowing down Hinata's fluffy cheeks. He looked at her pleadingly wanting her to stop the tears but she kept sobbing till she had her fill.

Hana continued to encourage Zayn. Zayn’s tears had already gushed out like a broken dam. He finally bawled his eyes out, his sobs were incomparably repressed. It sounded like a goshawk’s whimpering cry. Hana, who was sitting on the bed, felt extremely heartbroken when she heard it.

She sees the moment where he turns his gaze away from her, like he can’t even bear to look at her. “You…can do it”. He says quietly. She screams…and she doesn’t stop screaming. Not when the man keeps slapping her like her face is his favorite stress toy. Not when the other two men tear at the sides of her school uniform. Her mouth bleeds, her voice cracks, her eyes dim— yet, Hana Shiozaki does not stop screaming.

" You really don't know? Or is this another of your dirty games? " Nanako asked. " Believe me, I am not lying. Tell me what happened that day? " Jin looked Nana in the eyes . A stern and determined look. Nanako told him about their night together, how they were drugged and the conversation she had overheard. She told him everything. As he listened to Nana's words, his eyes popped open. It got redder as her narration progressed. He could not hold back his tears as Nanako teared up, narrating the pain and embarrassment she had been through.

Khanak spoke softly to which she looked at her teary eyes and tears started rolling down from hey eyes one by one. Khanak hugged her wrapping her arms around her while caressing her head like a kid who started crying loudly on her chest pouring out her pain. She felt like someone squeezed her heart tightly as she heard her heart wrenching crying and held her more protectively and promised herself that she will not let any pain reach her, she had already endured a lot but not more.

And her emotions go haywire. “Ah, I’m dead.” Says Akihiko in his astral form (spirit form). “It looks like I underestimated that plant… Trying to breed with human kids so it could give birth to the queen, what an idiot.” Then he sees Ayame crying. “W-W-W-WHAT? WHY IS SHE CRYING?” and then he sees his half-eaten body. “Can't she see me….? Oye~! Ame! Why can’t she see me though? Weird.” He says and calls Pei.

I said as my eyes watered. "No! You are not. I was worried up to now, Jaz. I was wrong about you. You are the same as the others. So, if you please, stay away from me..!" My tears stream as I let her hand slide, leaving me, not wanting to hear me out. Besides, I have nothing to reason out. Sorry was the least I could say. She has all the right to get mad at me. [ANIKA HODGENS POV] I was so angry that my tears began to flow down my cheeks. I'm astonished because I don't cry easily.

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" ~

My hands are still on my mouth as I cried silently. 🔸🔸🔸

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.