Mewtwo Crying Novels & Stories

Of you in general," Mew cuts his words. Gulf is wetting Mew's shoulder with his tears. Mew doesn't like it whenever Gulf is crying. He tried to remove Gulf's hands around him but the latter tightened his hold more while whimpering. "Love, calm down," Mew said. Gulf cries more hearing the endearment. He was so afraid that Mew will leave him. Mew is finally able to face the crying man properly. "Look at you, your face is so red. Stop crying, love," Mew cooed wiping Gulf's tears. "D-Don't leave me, love. P-please," Gulf begged. "Hush, now. I will never do that. I love you more than my life. I am just hurt but I will never let you go," Mew told his fiancé.

Jan pov We watched them pull off, and I smirked as we circled back to sneak back in Savage. Megan has been crying for hours over Allen, and I'm about to lose it. Getting in Savage this time will be hard because the nurse I paid has disappeared. "Can you shut up?" I growl. Her crying is working my last fucking nerve.

With robust pink and green cymbidium orchids in my hands, I fought the urge to cry when I met Moby's eyes. Tears flowed freely, with pure joy on his face. He had a radiant grin from ear to ear. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and likely always will be. My Fish all look to me, mouths wide, shocked to see the Moby they know crying at the sight of his bride. Me. His brothers make shitty guy comments in good fun.

He’s looking down at me. “Cousin,” My voice is soft and almost lost as a broken whimper shakes my chest. My legs lose form, and I lean against him as my eyes turn back. “No, don’t look,” Mykhol tries to cover my eyes now, but moving from my mouth just gives me the chance to scream again. “Ah!” I scream. I scream from the very bottom of my stomach as tears flow down my cheeks. I don’t need to see it because the white box floats in my head.

“Please... Hold on just for a while, my little king.” “It hurts, Mario...” I whispered, this time unable to hold back the pain from bleeding into my words as I saw his face and recognised him through the dark haze. He cried, silent tears trailed down his cheeks and I hated to see him crying. I lifted my hand even though it was a task to do so with the pain and wiped his tears. “Don’t cry, Mario.” I murmured.

The more I look at them together, the more I feel like tearing up at the scene before me. "I will be back later to check on you", I sniff an Anya Miri(that's when something like water drips down your face whenever you're sad). Right now isn't a time to break down and cry, it's a time to search for meat for the pompous animal I left at home; an anima

He was crying. Like he was… CRYING! Manly and elegantly, he wiped the tears off his left cheek before pinching his eyes shut for a brief second and then smiled while looking down. “How far along?” He asked and I tried to do the quick math, but my brain was still in a daze after seeing his tears. Men don’t cry. Leave men aside, but KAYDEN WOLF DOES NOT CRY!!! At all. But he was, sitting in front of me with glossy eyes.

Phoebe asked helplessly, "Mila, what did he say to you? Why are you crying?" Mila hastily set her phone aside and wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. "I'm not crying. It's just my tear glands acting up again. They seem to have a mind of their own." "And what exactly set off this sudden burst of tear activity?" Mila pouted, feeling aggrieved. "He didn't utter a single word, merely responding with a couple of hmms." Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, sighing in amusement.

[Slate] After his declaration, everyone started to laugh and his little cheeks puffed up and out while his face burned red and his green eyes kindled with an inner fire. But Sebastian James, the powerful little alpha pup, did something nobody expected. He started to cry. Not just little tears, but big, wracking sobs, like his heart is breaking into a thousand little pieces.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.