Marinette Crying Novels & Stories

The bastard that loved to destroy when he was hurting. When Marie let out a heavy breath—which sounded strangely like a sob—it felt real, not something she had plucked out from a movie screen, accompanied by the tears that welled up in her eyes—he came to the conclusion; it was the real deal. His aunt was crying and he was the reason.

Marianne sighed when she heard the continuous soft sobs from inside of the room that Estelle was obviously trying so hard to suppress as it was coming out muffled. " Please, please stop crying and come out here for me. Please open the door, Elle. Let me see you, I can neither think or act well without you by my side since these days, baby. Without you has been nothing but pure torture so please help me from this torture, Mia." His voice cracked as he talked but silence only met him back and Marianne gave a louder sigh again as she leaned her tired back against the rails. Her face wrinkled and sad. Her heart breaking the more when she saw the completely lost and heartbroken look on the silver

Charlotte did not know what to do; she could not remember the last time she received a hug, so she just let Marina keep it going. “I do not want to go either… but I have to go back to my home,” Marina said while sobbing. She was about to break into tears for the idea of getting away from her friend and saviour. “I cannot imagine living so far away from you,” Marina said in between sobs.

She remained silent for a moment, then turned around and wrapped her arms around me. Marie cried into my shoulder and held me tightly. I was surprised beyond belief. Until now, I hadn't seen Marie cry or show any form of sadness or anger. She was always such a neutral person when it came to emotions. “Hey, what's wrong?” I asked softly. Marie stopped crying, and she stepped away from me. “Losing my father was difficult for me; when I walked into the room and found him in that pool of blood, all I could feel was anger and hatred for the world. I thought there was nothing left for me here anymore because the one good thing I had was gone. When I came to the Mortimer mansion hungry and cold, th

Mara yelled, tears welling up in her eyes, her lips downturned in disappointment. "Why my mate? Didn't you feel satisfied after taking other people's mates? Why mine now?" Mara stormed inside to confront me, her voice filled with anger and despair. I noticed our neighbors peeking in, expressing sympathy for Mara, who was crying profusely. I stood up, my voice quivering with emotion. "I did this to you?" I asked incredulously. "Out of all the people in the world, you should be the last one to question my character, given that you knew how I always tried to protect myself from the men my father brought here." Tears streamed down my face as I shouted at her, my emotions matching her intensity.

Her face was red. Jennet scowled at her, “Marvina, don’t laugh, please. This is not a funny thing. Hue has been crying non-stop for losing his innocence, and I do not know how to stop him from crying either. My head just went into a state of limbo when I found out about it today.” She scoffed in annoyance as her mood turned sour.

Her breaths tore in and out as if they were ripping her lungs. Her vision warped. Her hands trembled. And her heart-her broken, bloody, burning heart-wouldn't stop screaming one thing: Candy cried when she saw me. She stumbled. Collapsed to her knees. Rain drenched her hair, mingling with her tears. She pressed both hands against the wet earth and screamed into the storm. “My baby… my baby…” Her men hovered, unsure. Marie rose slowly, her eyes turning hollow and dark as the rain. “She’s terrified of you now,” one man muttered. Marie's head snapped toward him. He said nothing more. She wiped her face with her torn sleeve. Then her voice dropped to a whisper sharper than any knife.

Marigold whines softly and Marinette calls out, "Is everything okay?" Silas pats the baby as he shushes her softly. Mason's footsteps go across the room and the door opens and I hear low growls. What’s going on? Marinette scent fills the air as she walks closer and she asks, “What’s up, Elijah?” Elijah sounds startled as he asks, “Mare, what are you doing?” She sighs, “I need to leave.” He scoffs in disbelief and then says, “Come on, Marinette, you and Chase had a disagreement, that’s not a good enough reason for you to leave.”

The dog rubbed his head on his lap and ran inside, the dog came back with a picture and he showed it to Raymond. "Marie! Why are you like this?" Raymond asked and Marie barked expressing his dissatisfaction at Raymond's word. "Sorry, but... She's petty and would think odd... I'm sorry, I can't do this for you." Raymond said said Marie and Marie stared sadly at Raymond. He walked to the side of the television and laid with his belly on the floor, he began to cry as he stare into the air. I felt very emotional as I watched Marie cry, I walked to it and rùbbed its head.

Patterson clutches her husband. Mara is shaking. Not from cold. From shock. I pull her closer. My hand cups the back of her head. Her wet hair is tangled. Salt water drips down both our faces. "You're okay," I say. My voice sounds rough. Desperate. "You're okay." She doesn't pull away. Just presses her forehead against my chest and breathes. The yacht rocks. Someone retches in the corner. Rowan is arguing with the captain about insurance. Vivienne won't stop crying.