Maggie Cries Novels & Stories

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Shaking my head because I knew that's all it was, I responded, "Maddie must've told you about it. She told you everything, right down to the last detail." "Told me what?" "It's where I first kissed her." Her eyes closed tightly, and she clutched her chest. Like yesterday at the river, she seemed wobbly, and again it appeared she might be having some kind of seizure. "What's wrong?" The question had her eyes opening widely, and I searched them. "Is it happening again?" Maggie nodded, but didn't immediately speak. She appeared to be trying to gather herself, but whatever was happening, while she didn't cry as she had yesterday at the river, she was just as rattled by this as she was yesterday.

"What!" "Are you happy or sad? Cause I can't understand your expression?" Maggie uttered nonchalantly. "Ma'am Maggie, you really can't do this to me!" Cassie yelled, with her eyes welled up with tears. Does Ma'am Maggie really hated her that much that he wanted to kill her before her time.

Then he called Shelly "okay here's what I want you to do I'll be bringing SatinBlaze back with me. I'll be there in 10 minutes and I'll be taking you in groups of three." "Be careful." Blake saddle SatinBlaze and whistled for Starfire but before he could get in the saddle Maggies came out of the trees her white fur matted with blood and limping. He’d forgotten about Maggies and he swore damn dog in his head he said "good girl" as he swept her in his arms and sent a spell to heal her then penned her. "I hope you got the

She'd been devastated by their cruelty, barely containing her tears until they'd made it to his truck. One glance at Maggie at the front of the crowd made it clear she remembered, too and recognized Willard's bullshit for the insult it was. Her face was pale but for the two bright splotches of color burning high in her cheeks and her hands were shaking. This was exactly what she'd been afraid of in coming home. Having her mistake thrown back in her face.

She cried frantically, her whole body shaking as tears fell down her cheeks. Maggie's heart tightened. Laura had always been upset, but never to this extent. Her sobs were more than just frustration; they were a sign of something deeper. The agony was excruciating. Actual, stomach-churning pain. Maggie could not just observe without any action. She hurried over to Laura without thinking, reaching out and gently taking her arms. "Laura, talk to me. What's happening? What's making you cry like this?” Maggie's voice was filled with worry as she looked into Laura's teary eyes, anticipating a response.

Quickly I shove the trash bag under my bed and sit quietly on the end of the bed. "Yeah," I yell out as I wipe the tears that are streaming down my cheeks. Slowly, Maggie opens my door and slips inside. As soon as she sees the tears streaming down my cheeks she knows that tonight did not go well. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asks. "What is there to say? Every man that was there was old enough to be my grandfather." I cannot stop the tears that keep falling from my eyes. Maggie is the only one that I would dare to cry around.

The old lady froze for minute, her head turned to my face and the cloth she was using to wipe my body awhile ago slipped out of her hands to the floor. Tears welled up in Maggie's eyes as she looked at me, her whole body was shaking so much that it scared me. "Hey stop scaring me " I added and tried to sit up but I felt like all the bones in my had been broken, I beat on my bottom lip so hard and colour drained from my face. This seemed to pull her out of her thoughts and she immediately rushed to me " hey you shouldn't be try to get up " Maggie's hands pinned on my shoulders and pushed me back down on the bed, though she tried to act strong the glass tears could been in her eyes. I smiled

Tears streamed down her face despite her efforts to remain composed. The images she had witnessed kept flooding her mind, causing her to break down in sobs. Unaware of her surroundings, Margret stared blankly at the wall as her baby's cries filled the room. Suddenly, the door opened, and Maggi entered with a smile. However, her joy quickly turned to concern when she saw Margret's distressed state and heard the baby's cries. She hurried over to the bed and picked up the infant.

There’s a moment where I hold my breath and wait. It looks a little like Maggie is struggling with something. Then before I can so much as suggest marshmallows, Maggie throws herself at me. For half a second I think she is actually furious and trying to attack me, but instead she wraps her arms around me in the tightest bear hug a tiny old woman can give. She’s shaking and… is she crying? Oh no, what happened? What should I do? After a painfully long minute, I speak.