Mavis Crying Novels & Stories

She does not trust herself to meet his eyes again, not when doing so might break whatever fragile composure she has left. The door closes behind her and the sound is final. The car pulls away smoothly, leaving the tarmac behind, leaving Lance and Charlotte behind, leaving everything that felt beautiful and impossible only hours ago in its wake. The moment the car merges onto the road, Mavis breaks. The tears come fast and violent, her breath hitching as sobs tear free before she can stop them. She folds in on herself, one hand clutched tightly in her lap, the other covering her mouth as she tries and fails to hold it together.

Her eyes held an unsettling glint, like a predator sizing up its prey. "You seem nervous, Ava," she said, her voice laced with a strange, hollow concern. "Are you not feeling well?" I tried to answer, but my throat was stuffed with cotton. The mutism was back, my voice stolen by sheer terror. Chloe took a step closer. "You look pale. Let me feel your forehead..." She reached a hand toward me. "Don't!" I finally found my voice, sharp and high-pitched. I stumbled back, but my heel hit the leg of the bed and I lost my balance. The silver tray flew from my hands. The teapot hit the floor and shattered, sending scalding hot tea everywhere. The pain of it splashing onto my arm made me cry out.

The barrage of on-screen comments exploded. [Where's the male lead? Where did my precious male lead go?] [The male lead just… turned into a dog? Just like that?] [I signed up for a heartbroken puppy-like boyfriend, not an actual puppy!] [God, my head hurts…] Maisie Sadler looked around but couldn't find Elias Forrest anywhere. Then, she turned and fixed a stubborn stare on me. "Where are you hiding Elias, Willow?" I held the poodle in my arms close and replied lazily, "You're funny, Ms. Sadler. Look at how small this room is. How could I possibly be hiding him?"

Seeing that everyone was moved by my pleas, I implored them further, "Please, go find Dr. Thomas. I have a perforated stomach and I'm dying!" Just as the situation was about to escalate, Stephen suddenly helped me up. He calmly explained to everyone, "I apologize, my wife has some mental issues. I'll take her to see a doctor right away." Then he forcefully pulled me to a deserted corner and viciously grabbed my throat. "You wretch! Are you trying to spread rumors and kill me?" I endured the pain, shifting my gaze towards the security camera above us. A mocking smile formed at the corner of my mouth.

F-ck! “S-Scarlett…” I came to a halt and looked at Lux, but my eyes widened when I saw her crying. “Lux.” She shook her head and wiped her tears away. “The chairman has gone missing…” My eyes widen… F-ck.

In fact, she wanted Damian to be troubled both in life and after death! "Haha! I'm the winner! I'm the winner!" Mavis took in huge gasps of poisonous air as she laughed. After a while, she leaned against the glass wall before gradually slumping down onto the ground. She began to cry as she hugged her legs to her chest. Bits and parts of her plastic face were sticking out in odd angles beneath her twisted skin as she sobbed and wailed helplessly. She had met Leah once. The woman was extremely pretty and Mavis knew that she was no match for her. Throughout the years, she had been doing plastic surgery just to make herself look like someone that Damian would like, but what use was it?

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" ~

I was controlling myself so as not to fall into despair, but the situation in itself was already quite desperate, completely desperate, I had already been to all the shopping malls, snack bars, and make-up companies, and I didn't know what else to do, or where to look for a job, I was sitting on the living room floor because I still hadn't got used to that disgusting sofa, thinking about what I would do to get out of this until I heard someone knocking on the door, I slowly got up and went to it to open it. "Bob!" I felt like crying at the humiliation of letting him see me in that position. "Can I come in?" He asks me politely, and I nod, then he comes in and sits down on the kitchen stool,

The scene vividly fresh in her memory. "Dear why are you crying, what is wrong" "Mum she........she........at the Cafe" "What happened, who did this to you" "She disgrace me and called us poor" "What, who did this, talk to me. Who had such audacity to smear us. Stop crying and move your lips" "Mona mum. Mabel Carter" "She again. This girl does not stop does she. Just you wait until your father hears this" Mavis Wood reached for her phone and called her husband Louis Wood. The call ended after the last ring. She called again and he answered.

That's why you wet the bed …" MAVIS couldn't suppress a chuckle. MAVIS was trained professionally. It wouldn't laugh no matter how funny it was, unless it couldn't resist. Vincent's face turned upset. He blinked his eyes and pointed at the curtain. He feigned surprise as he exclaimed, "MAVIS, you're leaking oil! How could you be so careless? "Don't worry, I'll help you cover it up. Otherwise, it'll be embarrassing if someone notices it." Three black lines flashed across MAVIS's screen. It remained silent in response to Vincent's statement as it placed priority on ensuring Vincent's happiness.