Invincible Crying Novels & Stories

Why would Invel cry? “Dad, I-Im so sorry. I-I didn’t believe you.” His voice are more scary—it’s like there were two voices syncing in his body. “I saw through your memory the moment I touched your waist. I thought you would dump me because I’m different,” he cried He pulled his claw from my waist and started to panic looking everywhere of something until he found the notebook he saw at my desk. He searched through it hoping to find something useful to heal my wounds but there’s nothing to find.

damn, I'm gonna cry "I don't know how my supposed called mate had the guts to fucking treat me like that,you even hit me,treyson, that is so fucking unbelievable,it's coming from you and it hurts so fucking much"I began to cry,my head began to ache,it echos,same thing again,it hurts "I'm sorry"he apologized "Your apology doesn't fixed my lost powers! And if you think being some stupid hybrid fix me,that's a fucking lie"I said crying as I walked outside, sitting on floor, crying my pains all out.my head and heart fucking hurts so much,even I can't explain

He says, tears rolling down his face when he wipes mine away. I’ve seen Kingston go through some of both the worst and best moments of his life, I know every emotion he is capable of. He is the most resilient person I know, arguably the strongest not just in terms of physical brute strength, but emotionally too, he handles himself well. I haven’t seen him cry in….I don’t remember the last time I saw him cry. When I almost died, he was livid, broken, but even in that moment he didn’t cry, he held the tears back, but now? He’s crying. We both are.

Or the cruel mix of them all? “Vivian…” Kai’s voice faltered. He looked helpless—truly helpless—for the first time in his life. “Hey… no, please don’t cry like that.” He reached up with both hands, cupping my face with a gentleness I didn’t expect from someone who usually lived in cold indifference. “Stop crying, baby. Please,” he whispered again, his thumbs gently wiping the tears from under my eyes. “It hurts me. God, it kills me to see you cry like this.”

Neer continued, "But you should do something" My eyes didn't stop tearing, it's flowing like a river without stopping. I was holding my heart like it gonna rip out of me. Suddenly locker room doors were opened Eve and Amber walked in while laughing loudly. I wiped my tears roughly and smiled at them. Once they saw me they rushed to me and asked, "Is your shift over?", " But VIP cabins were fully packed today?" I licked my lips and said, "Yep, it is" in the end, my voice cracked so Amber grabbed me by my shoulders and asked, "Boo, what happened?" I bit my lips and said, "Nothing Bubba" Eve cupped my cheeks and asked, "Jinni, then you were crying?" Amber gasped, "God! I've seen you crying Boo.

It is something I can effortlessly do as a healer who has control of our own system. "You can't convince me with your fake tears, bitch." he said, but it's obvious that he is getting swayed. Don't tell me my crying card won't be effective either? Come on, forgive me! I promise I'll be a better person from now on! "I am really sorry, Wakkin." In a cue of 1 2 3, I started to cry loudly, which caused the three men in front of me to panic.

Veronica was trying to stand up with difficulty, but her shattered prosthetic leg made it difficult for her to get up, so she fell back onto the grassy ground. She winced, biting her bottom lip as a way to keep herself from crying in front of everyone. Now was definitely not the time for her to cry. She could not cry. Crying meant showing weakness in front of others. Crying would make everyone worry about her, and that was the last thing she wanted.

What man would refuse? The tears come then. Not the silent tears of last night, full of passive horror. These are violent, heart-wrenching. They spring from the depths of my chest, torn out by a feeling of total collapse. I'm not crying for my father, or for Volkov. I'm crying for myself. For the woman I've become. The desperate woman who uses the body of a near-stranger like a drug, an anesthetic.

"A monster doesn't sacrifice himself for his family. You are a good man Victor Black. You are the best man I know." Victor stared at me. The gold in his eyes shimmered. His chin trembled. A single tear leaked from his eye. It rolled down his pale cheek. It didn't freeze. It stayed liquid. It caught the light of the fire like a diamond. Victor touched it with his thumb. He looked at the wetness in surprise. "I'm crying," he said. He sounded shocked. "Yes," I smiled. tears welled in my own eyes. "You are." "I haven't cried since the day you died," he said. "I thought I lost the ability."

Those familiar sparks spread across my face while he did it. I looked back up at him sniffling and trying to control myself, but I couldn't. I just burst into tears and started crying like a little fucking baby. I was humiliated and I hated him seeing me like that. I have never let anyone see me like that before. No one has ever seen me this vulnerable. I couldn't stand it, but I also couldn't stop crying. There was so much shit going on inside my head and my heart that I couldn't sort it out.