Loona Crying Novels & Stories

The more Luna thought, the more she blamed herself and the more disappointed she got. In the end, Gwen slowly reached her hand out and gently put Luna’s hair behind her ear. “I’m fine. What are you crying for? You look the ugliest when you cry.” Just by these two sentences, Luna could no longer hold back her emotions. Her tears fell like a flood. Luna grabbed Gwen’s wrist. “Gwennie…” Luna cried until even the doctor next to her was a little moved, “It’s only superficial injuries. She’ll be well within a month. Don’t be so sad.”

she asked as she rummaged through the stack of clothes on the bed and found nothing. “I didn’t see the need to fill your wardrobe with too many,” Helene said. “Too many?” Liora almost cried. “You didn’t even get one, Helene.” Her lips pouted, and tears gathered in her eyes. “You’re not about to cry because I didn’t buy you trousers… right?” Helene whispered. Before Liora could answer, tears streamed down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip, and instead, the tears flowed more. “Luna… why are you crying?” Helene teased.

What I saw startled me. Her eyes were red, glistening as though she was holding back tears. Akira— the unshakable, unbreakable Luna— looked like she was about to crumble. Her lips were pressed together tightly, and from the faint quiver in her chin, I could tell she was forcing herself not to break down right there as she stand, waiting for me to state while I stopped her. Wait, was she crying?! I asked myself in hidden disbelieve. What the hell!

The Luna queen hugged him and now she was crying while hugging him tightly. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I wondered if this was one of the tragedies Elsa had warned us about, if we were about to lose everything, just as they had. Lyra’s quiet, desperate voice broke through my thoughts. “I didn’t do it, Ronon, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears poured down her face. She looked utterly broken, her eyes red and swollen, her nose flushed. This was the first time I’d seen her cry like this, her whole body shaking with the weight of her pain and fear.

Lina’s POV I just couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was unfolding this morning. “Lina, are you okay?” Nico asked as he switched off the gas, turning his full attention to me. “Nico, I… I… I…” My words failed me as tears began to fall. How is this even possible? I thought bitterly. I sank onto a nearby stool, sobbing uncontrollably. “Lina, Lina… whoa, whoa—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, confusion settling across his face.

The study was dark, lit only by the blue-white glow of the monitor and the orange ember of a cigarette burning in the crystal ashtray. Killian Alatorre sat in the high-backed leather chair, a glass of amber whiskey untouched on the mahogany desk. His hand rested on the mouse, his index finger hovering over the button. Click. The video rewound. Play. On the screen, Luna's face filled the frame. It was the moment just before she cried. The split second where her composure fractured, where whatever mask she'd been wearing dissolved completely, and something raw peered out from beneath the grime and the painted bruise.

she says in a voice of panic. “What happened?” I ask, feeling like I already know the answer. “Luna's body is coughing blood constantly, and shaking. Her body is cold. Please come fast!” Her voice falters as she relays the message. “I’m coming.” I end the link and hear Theon’s cackling laugh through the speaker. “You must have heard the good news by now. That’s your second gift. Hope you like it,” he taunts me, his voice filled with malice.

Sharon walked away, pushing me over the wall, swaying her hips perfectly. My body was trembling violently, the world became blurry. I sat down, leaning over the wall. A tiny hand cleaned my tears, then I realized I was crying. I looked down at Sana. Her beautiful pink face was scary. “Luna, don’t cry. I am here.” Her words brought a flood of emotions into my heart, letting it flow through my eyes. My quivering mouth couldn’t open, make any sound. Silent tears were drenching her tiny hands.

—"Crybaby, I can't carry you home this time." —"Lala, I'm not in pain, don't be sad for me..." —"I'll take care of anything you're afraid of, even people." —"Lala, I'm sorry. I’m just a fool who couldn't protect you..." "Ah!" Eulalia cried out in anguish. As the video ended, her account logged out automatically, and the computer screen went black. The sudden scream startled everyone in the internet café, and they turned to look at the corner filled with her sobs.