Homelander Cry Novels & Stories

He is the very materialization of the sexual allure, and the idea of another girl touching his polished to perfection body is driving me insane. I believed that catching Elijah and Elena in the act would be more hurtful, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel right now. Against my will, tears are rolling down my cheeks and I cannot do anything to stop them. I don’t want to have a meltdown under Landon’s watch, but I can’t control my body reaction. It didn’t hit me how much I love Hayden, how much I love my forbidden Alpha King. “Allaya, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through, I regret my bluntness.” Landon runs his hand through his hair nervously. “Can you please stop crying?”

I never, in my wildest dreams, would have thought they would harm me or wish me harm. I didn’t realize I was crying until I feel sparks under my eyes. Lincoln pulls his hand back, and his thumb is wet. I have no words; I can’t seem to work my mouth. What did I ever do to them? How could they be so hateful? The sobs erupt from my chest, and I can’t stop them. I feel my body shake with each sob. Landon pulls me to him and starts to stroke my back. Lincoln is running his hand up and down my arm, and my mom is rubbing circles on the back of my hand. I cry until darkness consumes me. ~Landon~

“Of course I want you. God, I want you so much it hurts. But what we’re doing—it isn’t just dangerous. It’s destroying me.” He cupped my face in his hands, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. “Then let it destroy you. Let it destroy us both. I’d rather go down in flames with you than live in this house pretending I don’t care.” I broke then, sobs shaking my body, everything I’d been holding back pouring out at once. Landon pulled me into his arms, holding me tight and letting me cry into his chest. I clung to him like a lifeline, desperate and terrified.

A child who is dead and not breathing… Am I looking at the right thing or am I hallucinating? I heard Hannah crying. The kind of cry that sounds like she was grieving. I knew about it… because I had experienced it before. I knew how it feels, and I am somehow… scared that she might lose her mind because of it. I looked at Tyrone and felt confused. Why does he have this kind of look on his face? As if he is also in pain, and the shock plastered on his face was making me feel so stupid. Why? Does he feel that way because as a father, it hurts? Or is he feeling something entirely different?

I ended with a sarcastic face. Landon gasped dramatically and hugged Tobias who also had a dramatic face on, while fake crying. " You're so mean" Tobias said and gave Landon a pat on the back. I rolled my eyes at them, " come on guys I'm being serious...it took me a lot of energy to control my wolf, I'm afraid if I go home I won't be able to hold him back" I rubbed my face frustratedly.

Now, standing in the middle of the living room, I understood exactly what she meant. I sank onto the couch and pressed my hands over my face. I cried. Harder than I had since the live stream. The kind of crying that shook my shoulders and stole my breath. I let it happen until my throat burned and my head throbbed. At some point, I wiped my tears and stared at my phone. I need an explanation. I typed his name. Hovered over the call button. My thumb trembled. “No,” I murmured. “Not like this.”

My wife is sleeping. The voice hadn't been human. It was a low, subsonic rumble that triggered a primal flight response in Lysander’s hindbrain. It was the growl of a predator disturbed in its den. "He's lying," Lysander whispered to the empty room. "She's not sleeping. She's... she's crying. He made her hang up." He tried to convince himself. He tried to summon the image of Vespera as the victim—the fragile girl he had controlled for five years. But the image wouldn't hold.

Slowly, I placed my hand on his back, and patted him, consoling him. “It’s okay. I’m fine now. You found me.” “I was late.” “You were not, Lan.” I said softly, “I was not hurt.” “You almost died.” “But I’m fine now, am I not?” He slowly pulled away, and for the first time I saw tears in his eyes, “Did he… did he touch you?” I understood what Landon was asking and realized he had received the video. I slowly shook my head. “Would you not want me anymore if he did?”

I spoke with a teary voice to one of my underlings and he nodded, he was also confused and shocked by my reaction but had no other choice than to follow. I went inside and cried my heart out, I saw the laptop on the table, he drew us and it only made my heart bleed. I looked at it for a while but banged it into the table until it broke into pieces like my heart. I was angry at myself but also broken as I won’t get to hug him, I can’t feel his scent nor can I see him on my bed when I wake up. “Where is he?” I cried for hours until Damond barged in with a worried face and saw me in a terrible state. He came and sat down beside me while I kept on crying until my tears dried completely not leavi

He says as he cries with both blood and tears, running down his face. Everything around them seems to fade away as Thaddeus kneels down next to his best friend, his brother who lays there lifeless. Maddox feels the pain in his chest as his uncle and Beta died. Tears stream down his face as he drops it into his hands and breaks down crying even more, when he hears there's no saving Xander or bringing him back. Abigail grabs Xander's head and pulls it against her chest as she leans forward and screams. She screams over and over again before rocking and crying.