Homelander Cry Novels & Stories

Loved watching me writhe, he once told me it made him harder, and he loved seeing me looking so helpless and vulnerable it made the sex ten times better. He turned to glare at me, and if his looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders like his death glare didn’t mean a thing. “Hunter hates it when I cry. When I send him those videos, a few tears. My tears, they work like magic on him.” “You made your point.” Doctor Jace grunted through clenched teeth.

Homer had originally planned to borrow Landon's fortune to save Aria and stop Tobias from activating the Divine Sight. With that in mind, Homer approached the bed, sat down, and lifted Landon's hand to take his pulse. "His pulse and breathing are normal." Just as Homer was about to check his eyes, Landon's fingers twitched, and his brows furrowed. Homer frowned. That wasn't a normal reaction. Landon hadn't responded to his touch; it was more like he was reacting to something within a dream. A realization struck Homer. Could Landon be stuck in a dream so vivid it felt real? Or was he trapped in the manifestation? More importantly, had he entered the Sacrificial Offering Manifestation?

Her cloudy eyes stared directly into the camera lens, overflowing with terrified tears. *"Please, my sweet boy,"* Alder sobbed on the video, her frail hands shaking against the white sheets. *"Please come home. They told me you are sick. They told me the transition hurt your mind. Nobody is angry with you. Magnus just wants to help you. Let the girl go, Jordan. Please don't let them shoot you in the woods. Come back to me."* The video looped, starting over instantly. *“Jordan…”* Snatching the phone from Amberly’s hand, Jordan threw the device against the concrete wall with terrifying, explosive force. The plastic shattered into a dozen pieces. The screen sparked once and died, throwing the b

Sobs. Vaelor crossed the space in three steps, pushing the door open without hesitation. Lirian sat on the edge of the sunken bath, face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. His ash-blond hair, usually tied in a neat bun for the lab or formal occasions, hung loose and damp around his shoulders, strands clinging to his tear-streaked cheeks like golden threads in rain. His full, small lips were swollen from biting them in a futile attempt to stifle the cries, his face red and blotchy, eyes puffy from the onslaught. The sight hit Vaelor like a gut punch, pulling at the stoic alien prince’s heart in ways he hadn’t known possible, a visceral tug that made his chest ache. This human, so small a

Elion clicked the video. Lysander appeared on screen. He was sitting in a leather chair in what looked like a library—probably a set, or his office. He looked calm, sad, and incredibly reasonable. "I saw the video," Lysander said to the camera. His voice was smooth, like aged whiskey. "And it breaks my heart. Elion is... he's not himself. He's been under immense strain. The show, the debt, the grief over his brother... it's a perfect storm for a breakdown."

Grant's voice was pure venom, his gun trained steady despite the tremor I could see running through his entire body. Luca moved like a predator toward Giulia, his face a mask of cold fury. "Get my fiancée down. Now." His men scrambled to obey. Grant crossed the space between us in seconds. Up close, he looked wrecked, his sunglasses hiding what I knew were bloodshot eyes, his jaw covered in days-old stubble, his hands shaking as he reached for the chains holding me up. "Nova. Baby. Fuck. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." His voice cracked and I realized he was crying behind those glasses. Grant Calloway was crying.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, and as I wrap my arms around her waist and lay my head on her stomach, I cry. It doesn’t register that Leander and Sara have left the room, though I know they have because I hear the door close behind them. Jenna runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my head. “It’s okay, Luther,” She soothes with a kiss to my head. I shouldn’t be falling apart like this, not here. But I can’t seem to control myself. Everything I tried to lock away comes spilling out of me with no way of being pushed back. A real man cries, so my mother always says. To weep is to purge the soul of one’s misery, and right now, I need that more than anything.

His shoulders started to shake and the next thing he knew was he is sobbing hard on Celestine's bed while he is holding her hand tight. He felt like his chest had been ripped apart slowly with a sharp knife, intentionally letting him feel the pain in his chest. He had never cried this hard in his whole life that now he felt like drowning and he couldn't properly breathe. Once again, Vincent becomes a little boy crying and begging God to have mercy on him and listen to his plea but like what always happens, it did not listen and only made him miserable again. Lander stayed in the coffee shop near the restaurant after leaving the hospital. He needs some air and even though the beach makes him

I've never seen him cry, never seen him in so much pain. "You're telling me not to cry, and you're crying. Why are my tears more precious than yours? Why are you crying? Do you know what your tears do to me? I can't bear to see you cry; you know that it tears me up inside. Don't weaponize your tears against me." "Fuck off, Ryder, just fuck all the way off. Go home; I've had enough."

His trembling fingers found it way to his face as he brushed off the lone tear that flowed out of his eye, he clicked on the receive button as his heartbeat accelerated wildly, beads of sweat gathered across his forehead down to his neck to his armpit. Despite the AC working perfectly fine Landon could still feel heat and hotness of his abnormal body temperature. "Hello" his voice came out barely a whisper, when the other person clicked the receive button. "Hello, who is this?" The other person asked. Landon gripped the phone tightly as he leaned against the wall, he was about ending the call telling the receiver that it was a mistake, a wrong number, when he looked up and saw Laurie ghostly