Levi Crying Novels & Stories

Jayden poked his little head and chuckled, "You're even complaining now, huh?" Levi pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "When Julien cried, you wiped his tears gently. When I cried, not only did you not wipe off my tears, you even yelled at me. Humph, you don't love me at all." Jayden laughed and said, "If you could actually shed some tears, I'll wipe them off for you too." Levi was dumbfounded.

The doctor said before leaving the room, along with the other nurses. I pulled the chair and set it beside Levi's bed. I took a seat as I gently take his hand in mine. I almost flinched upon feeling how cold his hand is. His skin looks deathly pale, making the bruises on his skin look bright in color. "I'm sorry, Levi. I should've insisted on coming with you. Maybe this wouldn't have happened." I whispered to Levi as the tears start to uncontrollably flow down my face.

I deadpanned, placing the cotton balls soaked with alcohol on his face. I'm talking about the bruises he got. He flinched and gripped the hem of my shirt. "That's why I'm paying it a million times, I'm going to apologize to you, Sulli, until you accept my apology." I bit my lip to not say anything. There's a possibility that I would cry when I talk to him. It was just not before, and everything has changed. Levi stormed down the stairs and screamed. "Ma! Can we stay here for a little longer? I want to play trains with Uncle Rich!"

So I just say, “I’ll take a shower. Then have a snack, thank you.” I wait, shifting from one foot to the other. “Can I get a hug?” I ask, quieter than I meant to, as a second thought. Levi doesn’t waste a second. He steps forward and pulls me in, arms wrapping around my back like it’s the easiest thing in the world. It’s supposed to be just a moment. A quick squeeze, a reset. But something in me buckles. I clutch his shirt tighter and bury my face in his shoulder. Before I can stop it, it’s happening. A few tears slip out. I try to hold it in, but it’s not stopping. Just silent, stubborn tears that won’t stop.

And Lana nodded. "Where is Levi?" Lana asked looking here and there. "He's with her inside the room. He's been acting like a crazy person. I have never seen him cry after his mother's dismissal. But today he's crying his heart out. If it goes like this his condition will get worse. Please do something." Chris said and Lana gave him a nod of assurance. Lana and Lucifer both felt happy and proud after witnessing the care and love she has earned these days. "Let me go and check her." Saying that she began to walk to the room. And Lucifer trailed behind her.

Levi immediately rose to his feet and tried to perform a Heimlich thinking that he was choking on something but it had no effect, in fact his coughs only worsened and his eyes had turned a blood shot red as he struggled to cough out whatever he thought he’d choked on. “Where is that useless maid!?” Leila roared loudly, much louder than I’d ever seen her shout before and she rose to her feet looking incredibly angry. “Deep breaths sir, please” Levi was panicking while he tried to help Kai steady his breathing and my joy knew no bounds.

Dina's POV “Levi Stone speaking.” Hearing his voice, sent a flood of relief throughout my body. so powerful and strong, I felt myself sag in relief. Unable to hold it back, a sob escaped my lips and I felt tears pressed against my eyelids. “Dina? What’s wrong?” he growled, and I realized that his voice was full of anger and concern. “Why are you crying?” I closed my eyes and forced myself to concentrate. To breathe and calm down, so I could tell him what had happened...

I yelled in horror and swung around to see levi standing in the doorway with a melancholy expression. I snapped at him angrily, "I wasn't making any noise." levi responded, "I have very good hearing, and I could hear you moving around," as he entered the space further. His firm, naked chest was covered by a pair of jogging bottoms that sat low on his lips. I swallowed and made a conscious effort not to look him up. I deadpanned, "Well sorry for fucking walking." "Shut up," levi rolled his eyes. "You're the one who came over here to yell at me," she said. I stood up after rolling my eyes at his foolish behavior and leaving the breakfast bar.

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.

The question slips from my lips, heavy with dread. “I don’t know,” Levi replies, his voice trembling. “They said it was a violent hemorrhage. You lost a lot of blood. I… I thought I would lose you.” Tears cascade down his cheeks, each drop a testament to the emotional toll this ordeal has taken on him. He looks like a man on the brink of collapse, frayed at the edges, yet somehow still holding on. I reach up, my fingers brushing against his cheek, softly wiping away the tears that fall like silent tributes to his pain. “Don’t cry, sweetie. I’m right here,” I whisper, hoping to anchor him in this moment of despair.