Invincible Crying Novels & Stories

I also hate myself for becoming the reason of everyone's sufferring and started crying his lungs out. Monster manik is crying.. what happened to him suddenly that he started crying with the name of true love.. Fab4 also listened to his words and they also went to their respective rooms and closed their room door crying their heart out.. Navya pov:why God why you did that with us..We were happy but you snatched it..You sent those morons in our lives and destroyed it.. I hate myself.. I hate my body and went to bathroom and started rubbing her body parts standing under the shower crying her heart out remembering the abuse she has went through..

Her eyes burned, her chest tightened, her breath faltered every time she thought of Thor, of Isabela, of that altar. Suddenly, she snapped off the TV with a sharp click and turned to Zoe, tears brimming. “Enough of playing tough, Zoe. I’m sad. I want to cry. The love of my life is marrying someone else. A psychopath who wants to destroy me because she’s obsessed with him!” Zoe, as compassionate as ever, took her hand. “Friend, it’s not weakness to cry. Everyone—no matter how strong—has their breaking point. They get low. They cry. And that’s okay.”

She was crying uncontrollably, It was becoming difficult to keep breathing due to having hiccup one after another. Roman turned her towards him and told her not before hugging, "Shush... It's okay. Stop crying, in fact, you should be happy that you again have your friend back. Just shush... stop crying." Jen was quiet, looking down. She pulled her tears back and said looking in Vic's eyes, "I'm sorry and I will be happy if you leave after attending the ceremony," saying, she turned to leave but Vic pulled her back with force and slapped harshly on her face.

“Don’t hold it in. You’re going to choke on it.” I shook my head fast. “I’m fine.” “You’re not, i have always said it’s okay to cry “ I looked away, i didn’t want him to see the tears already forming. He didn’t say anything else and i couldn’t hold it anymore . The tears rushed before I could stop them. I covered my face with my hands and choked on the first sob. Damon moved closer and pulled me into him. I didn’t fight it. I cried into his shirt. It was that hard , messy , ugly ,kind of cry that comes from somewhere deep you forgot was there.

_______ Vincent" I don't want to talk cause I know if I talk I'm surely shouting all the resentment I feel inside but if I keep on sitting beside her there are a lot of chances that I open my mouth and talk. So to escape from her I simply call my teammate so we can practice and to distract myself not to think of my beautiful girlfriend. Cause I know just a little bit more looking at her eyes I'm going to cry and that was not cool for me. I don't want her to see me cry. Yes, I love her but I still have pride as a man. Fuck! Whoever cries will get ugly!

He Cried out on his father's lap "Hey son! Don't cry you are much enough strong boy. Crying is not the work of the mind, but a real man always fight for his life and family. Dont make yourself a loser by crying like this. I am not angry with you, you do not need to apologize, infact I should say thank you to you?" Mr.grey confession make him break the the hug. "Yes I listened how you took my place and fought and supported our family in all the time. I Have heard not only from your mother but also from your uncle that you are strong warrior like me.

good going asswipe",Victor glares at Vince. "it isn't fair you should be able to have a mate and love too",I cry as big tears trail down my cheeks and I can't stop these stupid hormones. "it is OK Luna we just accepted it and we still go out and have fun just with human women ",Vince mutters and Victor hits him again.

“Fuck, Evie.” I place my hands in his hair. I feel his broad shoulders shaking. “Declan…” “Give me a second,” he asks, but his voice is destroyed enough to prove he needs more than a second. “Just… give me a second.” And then the most dangerous man in Ireland cries. It isn’t contained crying from a man trying to hide weakness. It is real crying, visceral, completely stripped of any mask. His shoulders shake with sobs that come from somewhere deeper than breath.

“Look at me, damn it.” He didn’t respond, so I reached out and grabbed his arm, squeezing tight. His gaze snapped to mine, eyes wide with terror. “Breathe with me,” I said, my voice urgent but softening. “Right now, forget the walls, forget everything. Just me.” He tried, but another sob wrenched free, his breath coming in short, stuttered gasps. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. The sight made my chest constrict. Liam, the defiant prince who never seemed to falter, was crying, his bravado stripped away.

“I hate that he can still do this to me. I hate that every time I think things are finally okay, something else happens.” My voice broke completely after that. And once it did, everything else broke too. I started crying properly then. Not graceful tears. Not silent ones. The kind that made breathing difficult. The kind that left your chest aching afterward. Victor looked horrified. Actually horrified. “Stop crying,” he said awkwardly. “You're making me uncomfortable.” That only made me cry harder. “Oh, for God's sake,” he muttered. Then slowly, stiffly, like he wasn't used to comforting people at all, he stood and moved toward me.