Icarly Crying Novels & Stories

That brought a smile to Carly’s face. “I knew I left her in good hands,” she responded. Justin was quiet, as he now heard the quiet sniffles. I don’t know what happened, one moment I was remembering the good times I had with my family, and the next I’m crying because I will never have moments like that ever again. I brought my dripping hands up to my face and tried to make the tears stop, or at least go away for a moment, but they wouldn’t. God, when would this day be over? When would I stop hurting? When will I stop crying?

He was still deeply saddened by what had happened some time ago. Ivo, who was driving the car, was startled. He gently stroked his friend's shoulder to calm him down. "Of course you can. It's perfectly normal, you're human too. No one forbids you from crying even if you feel like you are the worst person in the world." Cylo looked away from Ivo. His tears flowed even more profusely. He became even more sad until he finally bowed his head and cried silently.

NICOLE'S POV As I sat on my bathroom floor, the weight of my discovery came crashing down and crushing me, tears streamed down my face like a river and my body shook uncontrollably as I kept sobbing. I want to stop crying but I can't, it's just too much. "Arghhh." I screamed as I gasped for breath, my chest heaved in an unhealthy manner with each ragged breath I took. "Why did it have to be him?" I sobbed as I managed to get up and I stood under the running shower while still wearing my clothes.

Carly implored, tears streaming down her face amidst the pain and blurred vision. Tina scoffed, spat on her face, and departed. Collapsed on the ground, Carly's body throbbed with agony. She closed her eyes, the pounding in her head overwhelming. Tina stormed back into her room, her footsteps heavy with frustration. She let out a piercing scream, venting her anger by pushing and breaking anything within her sight. “Seriously!? It was just a dress; stop overreacting!” Alpha Terry entered the room, rolling his eyes at her outburst.

I Was crying like a five-year-old so why won't they treat I like one. Get ahold of yourself Ariel Carter! "Miss Tracy ... " He said with a sigh followed by a short pause "I think you should just try to calm down so you can think rationally. Crying won't solve anything." He advised me and I looked away but his words stayed with me."You're right." I sniffled and cleaned my tears once more. This time, for good."Crying won't solve anything but shopping would." Ibeamed putting my best fake smile on. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. Just as expected, he followed.

"The wraith took every memory he has of me specifically, and he doesn't—he can't—Alaric, he doesn't know me." My knees give out. I don't remember moving to the floor, but suddenly I'm kneeling on expensive carpet, sobbing so hard I can't breathe. All the grief I've been holding back for days pours out in great, shaking waves. Alaric drops beside me, pulling me into his arms the way he did when I was small and had nightmares. "I've got you. I'm here. Just breathe, Iris. Breathe." But I can't breathe. Can't do anything except cry and shake and fall apart completely.

I'll delete my comments immediately. [Waaah… I'm crying. So this is who Carla really is.]

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

Just the mere thought of it made me sniffle, but I stopped instantly when Isabella eased back and looked at me. “Why are you crying, Mommy?” She pressed her cheek on mine. “Are you crying because of what Jessy did?” “No, sweetheart.” I blinked the tears away. “I’m crying because of Kelly Clarkson.”

And then I was crying. Not pretty crying. Not silent tears sliding down gracefully. It was ugly and sudden and uncontrollable, tears spilling over as I laughed at the same time, my chest heaving like I had been holding my breath for years and only just remembered how to exhale. Freya’s expression shifted instantly. “Eliza?” she said softly. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, wiping at my face uselessly. “I’m so happy, I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”