Neuvillette Crying Novels & Stories

"Mr. Lucas Junior, are you crying because of my scars? I'm okay, really. It's just that sometimes when I think about those things, I still get very scared and feel like crying. But please, don't cry for me. I truly don't blame you." After Rizo left, I thought I could calm down, but hearing Neil's words made it impossible to regain my composure. Instead, I cried even harder. What could I do to make it up to Neil? How could I help him? I felt the arms around me tighten, and the body pressed against mine seemed to tremble slightly. Could Neil be crying too? "Why are you crying as well?" I asked, gently guiding him to sit down. "Seeing you cry, I can't help it either."

He hesitated for a moment when he heard her sob. “Take this. It’s freezing here at night.” Einille turned her head and casually brushed her tears. “No thanks, I’ll be back to my room.” She lowered her gaze and turned back on him. Vale just stared at her walking away. He lightly shrugged and focused his attention on the blinking city lights. He prayed that Einille would feel better because for the first time he had seen her cry, his heart bleeds for her. He wanted to shoot the person that caused her such misery.

My mind stilled, and the images, still graphic in my mind, seemed a little normal now. "Lucien?" I hear a whisper at the door, and I am sure for a moment that I am hearing things. Why was I hearing Nirelle's voice at this time of night? The voice came again, still a whisper but louder this time. I stalk to the door and open it to reveal her standing there, a robe wrapped around her body and her hair a mess. Her eyes were swollen and puffy as if she had been crying. Before I can say anything, she points the phone in my face; the video is paused on Theo’s fist at Cassian’s throat. Above the progress bar: 1.8 M views, and with her head down, she murmurs. "I am sorry."

I might punish her later, along with the three people who tortured Violette. “Noah!” Violette shouted. “Coming.” Violette was still in the same position when I returned. A trace of tears was visible on her face. She was crying again. I took a giant step forward and took a seat beside her. “Why are you crying? Still scared?” “Can you hug me?” “Of course. Come here, my dear.” She moved slightly and buried herself in my arms. Her face nestled on my neck. Each time she breathed, the air fanned my skin. Tears wet my shoulder, and I did nothing but rub her back. The shock of her first kill might haunt her tonight.

Celine's big round eyes filled with sadness had great killing power, just a blink was enough to make the words in Ron's throat drift back to his stomach. Celine looked at Ron with pitiful eyes, her eyes were swollen from crying too much, and her throat was still red from being strangled by Nelly. Celine's messy hair is messy, but does not make others feel that she is a sloppy person, Celine's big round eyes constantly blink. She smiled as she looked at Ron, a heartbreakingly sad smile, then Celine's choked voice rang out, she said.

A pair of bare-skinned arms, muscles taut around my frame. My eyes widened as I looked up and saw the underside of Neil’s hard jaw. His eyes were fixed on that broken slat in the wall, his brow furrowed. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. I couldn’t hold in the next sob that came bubbling up. Neil held me as I cried. He didn’t have to—I would have expected him not to, actually—but he did. Even though he was tense and silent as if simply waiting for me to stop blubbering, he didn’t let go.

She felt heavy… heavier than water, heavier than fear. Slowly, Violet knelt beside her and pointed at her. “She’s not breathing, Stewart. Nyla! My Nyla is not breathing.” Her lips quivered, and her hands shook vigorously. Her eyes were reddened and swollen due to the excessive tears she had released in a short time.

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

Her bloodshot eyes were blazing with hatred and filled with hysteria. "Lucian Muller, how dare you lie to me!" she yelled. Once the storm passed, Nevaeh collapsed onto the wreckage, panting. With one hand covering her face, she started to sob. When she looked up again, her eyes held nothing but madness. "If you made me suffer, don't expect peace for yourself. None of you will have it easy," she screamed inwardly. Her trembling hand groped through the mess and found her spare phone. She took a screenshot of one of the photos in the mail and sent it to Marisol together with a message.

He never messed up, never disappointed Otis, and never got punished like this. Colette's voice was soft as a breeze. "Neville, finished your homework yet?" "Two pages left," Neville whined playfully. "I'll make you some hot milk," Colette smiled. Blood filled my mouth. I knew I was about to cough it up. "Lenora's kneeling there, and it's distracting me," Neville complained. Colette leaned close, whispering, "Keep it down. Don't bother him." My whole world collapsed. I was drowning in pain, and she was worried I'd disturb Neville.