Homelander Cry Novels & Stories

damn, I'm gonna cry "I don't know how my supposed called mate had the guts to fucking treat me like that,you even hit me,treyson, that is so fucking unbelievable,it's coming from you and it hurts so fucking much"I began to cry,my head began to ache,it echos,same thing again,it hurts "I'm sorry"he apologized "Your apology doesn't fixed my lost powers! And if you think being some stupid hybrid fix me,that's a fucking lie"I said crying as I walked outside, sitting on floor, crying my pains all out.my head and heart fucking hurts so much,even I can't explain

Zendaya cried as she tried to speak. “You…” Lucas started. “Lucas,” Kiandra cut his words short, her tone firm now as she placed a hand on his arm. “That’s enough.” “No, Kiandra,” Lucas said, shaking her off. “She needs to hear this. I'm very disappointed in you.” Zendaya’s sobs grew louder, her knees buckling as she sank onto the floor. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t…”

I told him, hugging myself as I looked back at the water. Tears still poured out of my bloodshot eyes and I was thankful that it was too dark to really see my face properly right now. As I cried silently, turning back toward the water, he just stood there, not leaving. I felt like just jumping into the lake and never resurfacing again. My mind started filling with terrible things and I shook them away, more tears streaming. "Landon?" I called and he looked over at me, nodding as a sign that he was listening.

"Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. You will lose the one you love forever." He heard it again and again. Ryan's pupils contracted. He tried several more times, but each attempt ended in silence. The channel that had once always been open to him was permanently closed. He grabbed the broken necklace fragment and pressed it against his chest. He then curled up on the carpet and sobbed uncontrollably. His entire body was shaking. I had never seen Ryan cry. He was a powerful Alpha and the pillar of the Blue Moon Pack. He was always composed and always in control.

His large hands shake with a terrifying intensity as they gently but firmly frame my face, forcing me to look at him. His thumbs desperately brush away the salt of my tears, his touch filled with a tenderness so excruciating, so raw, it makes my heavy heart ache. He is completely unraveled—a proud alpha brought to his absolute knees without ever leaving his feet. ”I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry Xander! I’m such a fucking idiot…” Alex cries out, a strangled sound tearing from his throat, his voice fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces of raw sincerity.

"And then we destroy her the same way she's trying to destroy you." I looked at Jared's determined face, then at Christian's guilty face. "Fine," I said. "Let's destroy Amanda." "But first," I added, "I need to go home and cry for about an hour." "Jane—" Christian started. "Alone," I said firmly. "I need to cry alone." Because sometimes that's all you can do when the worst day of your life becomes public entertainment. You go home and cry alone. And then you figure out how to fight back.

Hell, I think that I am grateful that I couldn’t see it. My dad… “Is that a dead lycan?” I overhear the hunters having a conversation. “Appears so.” “Why did they cut this lycan up? Is he a criminal or something?” “Somehow, I feel pity for it…” Tears fall heavily from my eyes, and I want to scream. The gremlins that are still around tried to attack me, but my wolf is in such rage that one look from my cold yellow eyes sent them running off in another direction. I am in sorrow, but I am also angry. My knees hit the floor, and I slumped on the ground, crying and hitting the concrete floor.

Her lips quivered with every ragged breath she took in, the sound of her sadness filling the room. Alarick turned back to her, watching her cry, unsure of what to do. He had seen her cry before, but this was different. This time, her tears felt like daggers, each one stabbing at his heart. He reached out a hand to her, only to pull it back, unsure of what to do. "Stop Leanda," Alarick murmured, "Don't cry!" "Why?" Leanda lashed at him, "Why shouldn't I cry? Should I just smile while I'm being tortured? Should I laugh when I'm in this cruel and lawless world and I still don't know a way out?"

She watched Landon cry in agony as he couldn't do anything to save himself and neither could she. It was until Landon's body laid on the ground, looking lifeless and completely pale that it all eventually dawned on her. 'So, this is what they look like and this is what they're actually capable of?' she wondered to herself as a lone tear rolled down her cheek. The male figure wiped the blood that dropped on the side of his lips with his hands and smiled at her with his bloody teeth irritating her and making her stomach churn.

He starts to pat my back softly as I continue to puke. Hot, searing tears stream down my face. When I’m sure there’s nothing left to bring up, I lean away, still crying. “Come here,” Landon gathers me into his arms. That’s all I need—I break down. Loud cries fall from my lips as I clutch his arm, my fingers almost digging into his skin. “It’s going to be alright, sweetheart.” “No, it won’t.” Shaking my head, I bite my lower lip to muffle the loud cries, but they won’t stop. “It’s not going to be okay. It’s never going to be okay.”