Lisa Cry Novels & Stories

she wanted to cry from all the choking. "Still won't speak, eh?" he said and they both vanished. Meanwhile, in the dining room, Lisa who was eating happily suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. The spoon fell from her hand and she got down the chair. She went into a crouching position, almost about to cry. "It hurts. It's too painful." she complained. Upon recalling something, she gasped. "Mommy is in danger? Who would try to hurt her?" she became enraged and tried to transform to her healer look but failed woefully.

she shouted. No answer. Only crying. Avery’s pulse kicked up. She braced herself, then slammed her foot into the door. Once. Twice. CRACK. The door gave way. Inside, Lisa sat on the floor, curled into herself like a lost child. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, her hands trembling. “Oh God…” Avery whispered, rushing forward. She crouched and pulled Lisa into a tight hug. Her arms trembled, but her voice stayed firm. “Stop crying. War time’s over.”

Noticing James’ focus on me, Lisa cried out pitifully, clutching her side as if in pain. “Lisa, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I’ll take you to the hospital right now!” James exclaimed in panic. “I’m fine, James,” she whimpered through her tears. “Don’t upset her anymore. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have shown up at her door that day. This is all on me.” She cried, delicate and trembling like petals in a storm, and James gently brushed her tears away before placing a tender kiss on her cheek.

Fears were written all over her face. “Faith”. Lisa gasped, dropping her bag and hurrying over. She sat on the edge of the couch, holding her shoulders. “What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?” Faith turned to her slowly, lips trembling for a few seconds, she couldn't even speak…only sobs escaped. Lisa pulled her into a hug , rubbing her back. “Talk to me, babe”, Lisa said softly. “You're scaring me. What happened? Faith inhaled slowly and whispered it's…it's my ex”

"Let's go." She said in a bad mood and Cristian noticed that immediately. "What's wrong?" He asked. "He's here too." Lisa whispered slowly and then started crying. Cristian knew who she is mentioning as "He" He held her in his arms and comforted her. "It's okay. This would be just a coincidence we will leave now." He took Lisa out of opera and Leila followed behind. Cristian completely forgot about his kiss with Leila when he saw Lisa crying. He kept holding her outside until their boat arrived.

She touched his arm and tried to shake him a little bit but Adrian's head moved funny like it wasn't connected right and more red came out and Lisa started crying really loud. "No no no, Adrian please!" Her voice got all high and scared. "I have to call the teacher." She dashed off and ran smack into the teacher who was coming back. "What happened Lisa? Why are you crying?" She asked, eyes wide. Lisa could barely get the words out because she was crying so hard, she just pointed towards the detention room and the teacher ran back in but stopped in the doorway with her mouth open wide and her face went white just like Lisa's. "Oh no." She rushed over and dropped on her knees next to Adrian. "

LISA'S POV I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face, my body shaking with sobs. I didn't even know why I was crying, but the anger and frustration I felt towards my father's lack of trust in me was overwhelming. Just as I was starting to calm down, I heard a knock at the door. "Lisa, dear, please open up," my mother's soft voice called out. But I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was still too hurt, too angry. I tearfully and silently asked them to go away, hoping they would understand.

“You can’t be serious. I am not leaving mother.” “The hell you are..” “MOM..” Lisa shrieked her lungs out. Her mother fell to her knees and started sobbing. Lisa thought she was losing her senses. Her mother crying made no sense to her. Marc wasn’t in the room. Erica was upset about her failed attempt at partying. And she had just done something that ruin everything. What could she do now?

The silence in the room was suffocating. I reached for the light switch, flicking it on, and the sudden brightness was almost too much. Lisa squinted against the light, her eyes red, and swollen. She wasn’t just sitting in the dark to hide from me. She had been crying—crying hard. Her hands were trembling, her fingers barely holding onto the crumpled tissue in her lap. “Lisa,” I called out to her in a small, careful voice. I was almost afraid of what her reaction would be.