Marinette Crying Novels & Stories

Marinette scrunches her nose and then nods and says, “Okay, thanks. Could you bring me Marigold?” The woman grabs the baby out of its bassinet, and I realize that’s where the blueberry scent is coming from. Marinette smiles as she holds the baby in her arms and the woman dismisses herself. Marinette glances at me and says, “So… Chase Croft.” The way she says my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach. She looks me up and down and says, “That name sounds familiar, have I met you before?”

she said. I nodded “you are probably right” “Let’s go babe” Marlene took Christopher’s hand and led him out. I punched a hole in the wall “Fuck!” Why… there was a wetness running down my cheeks. I was fucking crying?

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Marcel scoffed, his expression defensive. "Why should I cry? I'm not crying." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked on his. "Your eyes are red, and they look... wet." His jaw clenched, his voice firm. "I'm not crying." "Alright then. If you say so," I smiled, my tone teasing. Marcel's expression crumpled, and he admitted, "Fine, I'm crying. Happy now?" I looked at him, surprised. "What? Why?"

uttered Marius crying extraordinarily bitterly and tearfully. Marvelo nodded his head. With the downpour of his tears, he raised up his hands to respond his soul mate’s precious and comfortable hug. Both of the two boys were really having their endless as well as limitless blues; they were very cut up about their separateness; and there wasn’t a great deal they could do besides sinking their hearts down to the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean bottom. “I go first… Take care of yourself… Love you full, Marvelo…” uttered Marius still sniffling for quite a couple of times.

croaked Maris before her mother let her go. Maris ran as fast as her little feet could, heart beating violently against her chest. Tears streaming down her cheeks as she heard her mother scream in agony. "No." She cried, running and keeping to her promise. Instantly, she got entangled in Vines and the struggle to set herself free sent her tumbling down a heel and falling deep into the ocean. Water filled her lungs and she blacked out, but was washed to the sea shore by the ocean waves. "Why didn't you tell me?" Logan snapped her out of her trance and she blinked her tears away.

"Just go to my house—" "Van," she corrected. "Does it matter?! Just go there and check my special box for a vile with thick glowing blue liquid. Hurry up," she nodded and dashed off, her speed channelling wind into my face. "I'm so sorry, Marinette, I didn't mean for this to happen…" he apologised, running his fingers through his burning hair. I still wasn't crying, I just stared at him with my mouth open even though I was in exquisite pain. "Stand up."

“What are you waiting for? Call him now!” It was only when I shouted at her did Amanda react. With trembling hands, she picked up the phone and dialed Serge’s number. In the background, I heard the crew saying we were heading back to the port and that an ambulance would be waiting for Amanda to make sure everything was okay. “Dad… I’m sorry for calling you so late but… but… Marianne pushed me off the boat,” she whimpered into the phone, starting to cry again. The gasps from the bridesmaids could have irritated me, but they didn’t. Instead, a cruel smile crept onto my lips. I knew exactly what had happened.

Plastering on a fake look of concern, Melanie goes over to Deena, saying, "Deena, calm down. I'm sure the wedding's still on." Covering my face, I turn and walk outside. Marisol's sitting on the beach. Ensuring Mama's nowhere lurking, I head to Marisol. As I approach, I can hear her crying. Soft, I call, "Marisol." Wide-eyed, she jerks my way. Leaping up, she hugs me tight. Patting her back, I ask, "What's wrong? Why's Mama upset with you?" A finger pressed against her lips, she grabs my hand and drags me into the woods. It's an eerie silence along with the sound of rippling waves. In the distance, we hear a long howl. Both of us stand frozen from fear until the howling stops.

Hearing Marilyn's cold words, Denise trembled violently. She couldn't tell what emotions were in her heart. They just flashed so fast that she couldn't grasp one. However, strong sadness spread throughout her whole body. Denise suddenly burst into tears. Her grievances from the past few days were released in an instant, like a dam breaking. Marilyn knelt in the water, watching Denise cry and vent her emotions. "Perhaps after crying, Denise will feel much better," Marilyn thought.

I sat down slowly, cradling my hand against my chest. The tears came before I could stop them. Not loud, just steady and quiet, rolling down my face while I stared at nothing. “It is okay,” Mara said. “When I first came here, I cried too. Every single night for weeks.” She paused. “Do you need a hug? I know it sounds strange, but sometimes it helps.” I did not even think about it. I just leaned into her and let myself cry properly.