Mavis Crying Novels & Stories

She sobbed and apologized, “Ms. Lance, I’m sorry! “This is Mavis’ diary. The note is hers, but she didn’t kill herself! “Mavis asked me for help… but I was too scared.” In front of everyone, Raelyn described how Mavis had been killed. On the day of the incident, Raelyn and Mavis had gone to see a movie. On the way home, Raelyn turned back to buy a bottle of water. When she returned, Mavis was gone. When Raelyn found Mavis, Mavis was being dragged into a bridge culvert. Mavis cried and begged Raelyn for help, but Raelyn was too afraid and ran away.

She needed to meet them. Her tears went on like a river, and I feared that she could get herself sick from all the crying. Her sobs filled up the vehicle and I could tell that Ben and Caleb were worried about her by how they kept looking at her via the rear-view mirror. She hadn't cried for a long time, and now that she had, she poured out her frustrations, her hurt and pain in her tears until she fell asleep peacefully.

Mavis interrupted him as she slammed her hand on the office table, her eyes smeared from the makeup she did last night to go for the wedding and the after party. Tears poured from her tired orbs as sobs slowly came out from her, her body slumped in tiredness as she silently cried. “M-my niece has been l-lost since last night…. She’d n-never run from the h-house why don't you understand she’s been kidnapped!!” Mavis screamed and all the eyes were at her but she didn’t care, she just wanted to find her niece.

Different. Then the door opened. Mavis stood there. There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, clearly not expecting to see us, but that wasn’t what held me. It was her state. She was dressed in black. Her eyes were red. Her face… swollen slightly from crying. The grief wasn’t hidden—it clung to her, sat on her shoulders, filled the air around her like something suffocating. Her mother… her father… Gone. And no matter what they had done, no matter their sins… This pain was real.

I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people. The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity. Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was.... In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

My boyfriend, Julian Vance, always said that people in relationships shouldn't use their partners as emotional dumping grounds. So he set a rule. I got ten minutes a day to unload on him. He said his job wore him out and he hoped I'd understand. I agreed. I even thought he simply had strong boundaries. Then my grandmother died, the woman who had raised me on her own. I came back from the funeral home still gripping the reading glasses she never got to put on. All I wanted was for Julian to hold me for a while. He sighed instead. "It isn't that I won't stay with you. It's that you've used up your quota for today." I asked through tears, "Can't today be an exception?" He said, "Once there's a

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

Positioning it on the table. Angled just enough. Hidden in plain sight. The device was already recording. Then she moved. Without hesitation. She went down on her knees. The sound of it echoed faintly against the polished floor. Vivian blinked. Adrian leaned forward slightly. Curious. Miranda moved again. She crawled. Slowly… Until she reached Vivian. Her head lowered. Her shoulders trembled. And then… She started crying. “I’m sorry…” her voice broke. Adrian and Vivian exchanged bewildered looks.