Icarly Crying Novels & Stories

22-year-old pornstar Raven Rose gets paid to be destroyed on camera but nothing prepared her for the masked stranger who chokes her, slaps her, and fucks her so brutally she squirts, pisses, and sobs “Fuck me harder, Daddy!” while he breeds her wrecked holes. The next morning she discovers her merciless Daddy was her mother’s new 35-year-old stepson. Now he lives down the hall. Every night he sneaks into her room, stuffs her panties in her mouth, bends her over, and destroys her cunt and asshole while their parents sleep nearby. He slaps her, chokes her, and pumps her full of cum while growling, “Take Daddy’s load like the filthy stepsister whore you are.” Raven knows it’s sick. She knows she should stop. But every time he bends her over and rails her until she’s a crying, gaping, cum-dripping mess, she only begs for more. As blackmail, jealous lovers, and dangerous enemies close in, Raven must choose between her normal life and becoming her stepbrother’s addicted, collared, bred cumslut forever. This isn’t love. This is raw, nasty, addictive ruin.

Liam Pearce is supposed to be celebrating our daughter's birthday when she dies after ingesting wolfsbane. Instead, he's with a human woman as she goes for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. My daughter's dying wish is to celebrate her birthday with both her parents. However, she ultimately dies with regrets. My heart dies with her. I take her ashes to the place she most looked forward to going to in life. That's when I see Liam kissing another woman. She leans into his arms and asks daintily, "Isn't your daughter sick, Liam? Why do you have time to be with me?" "Don't even mention her. Sofia, that scheming woman, must be using that as an excuse to keep me there. You're the one I love the most, sweetheart," he says dotingly. "What about your daughter, then? Who do you love more, me or her?" "You, of course. You're my darling Mia." His words stun me like a bolt of lightning. After crying my heart out, I pack my daughter's belongings. I decide to leave Liam forever. However, he and the rest of the royal family get on their knees before me. They beg me not to leave.

" She is more than a family to me. I can't ignore her when she needs me!" He declares the same lines over and over. " And I only have you. What about me?" She asks, voice splitting between. " If you don't think that you can't take it normal matter easily, we should divorce!" ______ Emma Downey thought she had a perfect marriage life. Her husband, A brilliant, attractive and extraordinary Billionaire business showered with everything, Money, Jewelry and wealth. However, Emma knows his priority. His childhood best friend. A female childhood best friend who has been making her life hell. She wanted to stay as calm and positive as possible, until she realized that every single important event in her life, that best friend becomes the center of attention. Everything turns upside down and all loose breaks when she messed up with their third anniversary. After that day, her husband started changing, slowly and gradually, being rude, staying outside and no longer showering with love. One day he talked about the divorce what was never been in the diary to mention. However, instead of crying, she is determined to divorce. She will leave him with his best friend since she is the obstacle to their pure relationship.

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.

"What do you think that I won't be able to find who you are?" Krish strangles Ziva horrifying her "Please let me go...I didn't do anything, I promise that I will leave your place and go away from your life" she spoke with trembling lips, crying in pain "Tsk...tsk...You are late for that, I gave you a chance before but now I am gonna make your life a living hell and you will pay for everything...I will make sure that you suffer the way my family did" Krish whispered ferociously pushing her on the bed, starts smooching her in process bites her neck "Ahhh...it hurts, Please no...please, listen to me once" Ziva tries to get away from his hold "I will make sure to destroy you and your family, be ready for that, Ziva Parker... ******************************************* How it feels when you are ignored by your own family and later on abandoned in your own house ?? A feeling of anxiety, frustration takes over that ends in depression.... maybe or maybe not. When a feeling of loneliness takes over and you require attention, what will you do?? You would be rebellious, listen to everything they ask..so that they start to love you or you will choose to go with the flow and ignore them, making them repent for their deeds... ****************

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.

On the night before Match Day, it's 2:17 am when I find myself staring at the screenshot on my phone. For a long while, my heart refuses to calm down at all. Ethan Blake: "Let's have a bet, guys. If Leah doesn't get a spot at Redwood General Hospital tomorrow, this will mark the end of our relationship. The starting bet is two thousand dollars. Is anyone following up on this bet?" Already, more than a dozen people have responded to the message with various emojis. Someone even comments, "Count me in!" I feel my nails digging into my palms. "The end of our relationship", he says. To think that Ethan actually used this phrase. We've been dating for four years. This is the very same man who once told me that he wanted to marry me. Is it this easy for him to end a relationship? I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down. There are still other medical interns in the staff room with me. I mustn't lose my composure around them. I know that Ethan is waiting for me to react how I did in the previous times. I'd either spam his phone with missed calls, beg him to delete the message while crying, or apologize to him in an extremely humble manner. But now… Now, I'm really done with this relationship.

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

Ember had always been a cheerful and wild girl. She had cliff-dived off Amalfi’s highest rocks, raced stolen sports cars through neon Hong Kong nights,danced until dawn in Berlin's rooftop clubs, and changed boyfriends as easily as changing outfits. If there was a wild thing to do, she had done it. Yet, an arranged marriage tethered her to Alpha Ryker hale the living textbook of rigidity and order. Ember had tried to make him love her, tried to break his cold face, tried to get even the tiniest of emotion on his cold face all to a dead end. But an unexpected discovery broke her. Her husband childhood sweetheart is back! And just like that Ember saw his emotionless husband going crazy just for her. She saw him giving all his emotions and love to her. Ember suddenly realised, it wasn't that he was emotionless but he just didn't love her. And a plot twist? He married her just to protect his lover. But just when she gave up on him and divorced him. He crawled back on his knees crying “Ember am sorry, please take me back.“ But Ember valen had always be one to pay eye for an eye. Will she accept him back? Find out in this fantastic story.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”