Icarly Crying Novels & Stories

I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I was sad. It's normal to cry if we're sad."

“But something’s wrong with me, and it’s not funny!” Carter stepped closer, his amusement giving way to concern. “Hey, relax. I’ll help you figure this out.” “How?” Iris asked, her voice trembling. “First, you need to calm down,” Carter said gently. “Take a deep breath.” Iris tried, but the ache inside her was unbearable. She felt tears prick her eyes, and before she knew it, she was crying. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t control it.”

"Snap out of it, Nathan! She's still waiting for you to get justice, and the killer's still out there. Do you want her to die for nothing?" A firm, determined look flashed in Nathan's eyes as Lawrence continued, "Listen… Your parents are watching you, and if they saw you like this, would they be proud?" Nathan finally looked up with eyes full of tears. He threw his arms around Lawrence, sobbing. "I messed up. I'm such a jerk. I've let Mom, Dad, and Rosie down…" Lawrence patted him on the back and sighed. "This isn't the time for grief. You have to stay sharp."

He cries whenever he feels sad and feels better afterward. That was the reason why now, he locked himself in his car and cried harder. His eyes were becoming puffy. After crying his eyes out until he felt better, Marcel drove his car back to the hotel outside the town and slumped on the bed. Just then, his phone rang. “Yes?” He asked as he picked up the call. It was his assistant, Hardy. “Boss,” he cried loudly.”

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

“Really… I liked her so much, how's Soso is she okay?” She waved her head. “She's been crying Ivy, she's a mess.” Zel cried. I smirked as the image of me bawling my eyes out when I had initially watched it came to my mind. I remembered pausing the show for a week just so I would have the guts to come back and watch it. “Oh sorry! That's so sad, do you want me to get you anything? Maybe a box of chocolate and some tissues will that help? I don't have snacks at home I am going pro vegetables you know that.”

I can't tell what goes inside of her little head. I crack a small laugh at her, maybe It's normal that I don't feel sad that she died. Scarlet has known her longer than I have and still she finds it hard to cry actual tears, she is a kid, yeah but at least I can sooth my heart and mind saying that It's actually normal that I don't feel anything.

Or so I had always believed. "And…” I continued, my voice trembling slightly as I pushed through the wave of emotions, "When I… when I died… you cried for me. I remember seeing your face. Why did you cry, Alaric? Why did you cry for me?!” The memory was vivid, sharp, and painful. His distraught face, the tears streaming down his cheeks as he held my lifeless body. He flinched, his eyes clouding over with a sorrow so profound it stole my breath. He looked away, his gaze fixed on some distant point in the sterile hospital corridor, as if reliving that horrific moment. His hands, still clasped in his lap, trembled.

Carolina could not deny that she was deeply hurt by how quickly her father replaced her after he sold her out. Connor came into the room and was surprised to see that Carolina was crying heavily with her head under the pillow. He could see her shoulders shuddering as she cried and was confused as to why she was crying so badly. He knew that helping her get admitted made her very angry but at the same time he felt that she would be happier when she returned from getting some air, "Why then is she in tears instead of being better than she was when she left?" He wondered within himself. Connor walked towards the bed and slowly took the pillow out of her face, Carolina stared at him with teary e

With a sigh, I hesitantly cracked it open with a sheepish smile. Carter glanced up at me unamused, his left brow raised in question. “H-hello Carter. What can I do for you?” My shaky voice came out awkward sounding. “I suppose we could start with you not shutting the door in my face?” His mouth quirked up at the corner. “Yea, I deserve that.” I scratched the back of my head. Inside, there was screaming coming from the living room, getting closer and closer until Lucy popped into view from the hallway and threw herself around my legs. Tears were pouring out of her eyes as she sobbed into my pant leg.