Novel & Cerita Nezuko Cry

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.

Mingchan said and then his tears involuntarily came out from his eyes. Zuno was so surprised and did not expect that. “Wait, what?!” Zuno gasped. He then saw Mingchan crying without closing his eyes. “Oh, Mingchan, you are crying! Hey!” Zuno called him. Mingchan then touched his cheeks. “Oh, why am I crying? Are robots supposed to be crying when we reboot? I don’t know why and I can’t really breathe, Zuno. I feel suffocated. It really hurts. The pain is really strong.” Mingchan sobbed.

"Do babies grieve?" She crinkles her eyebrows and cocks her head at me. "Still having a problem with the crying?" I nod. "I've tried gripe water for his tummy and laying him on his stomach, rocking him, talking to him, even turning on cartoons. You name it, I've tried it." I shake my head in exasperation. "When he's sleeping, he's fine. You hear him now," I say, waving at the swing where he is snoring softly. "And when he wakes up, he's happy, even when I talk to him from across the room. But it's like as soon as he sees my face, he realizes I'm not her, and he starts crying again."

she spoke quietly, yet her voice carried the firmness of a hardened leader. Silence engulfed the room as the weight of their decision settled upon them. Finally, one by one, the group nodded in agreement, their gaze falling to the table—a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifice they were about to make. A single tear escaped Zea's eye, her emotions threatening to overcome her. But she fought to maintain her composure, wiping away the tear and clearing her throat. A sly grin formed on her lips as she spoke, her voice laced with determination. "Well, well, well, it seems we have some troublemakers in our midst. But fear not, my dear friends, for I have a plan to rectify this mess and emerge vict

The power just ran out. Kitsune got down from the sofa to the floor, sat down next to him, naked, hugged him, pulled him to her, stroked his head, shaking shoulders, whispered something soothing, affectionate. He couldn't make out the words, just pressed himself against her as tightly as he could, and sobbed, splashing out all the pain that had accumulated inside.

Her gag reflexes are ruined since that one person got the upper hand by attacking her throat. Kazuha then stares at the blood and she decides to do a technique that she has dread immensely. Looking at the blood that she spit out, it suddenly starts to move. “What are you doing?!” Ryosuke whispered yelled at her. Kazuha didn't answer and Ryosuke could hear screams in the distance. Ryosuke stares at Kazuha in shock. He knows what it is. "You cast a curse?" he said. The screams then stopped. Kazuha closed her eyes momentarily. It didn't work but it weakened them off. They will try to recover.

It's the most wonderful birthday gift I've ever received. Relief washed over Riza's face, and her broad smile returned. ''I'm glad you love it, Leese. I'm so happy you're here with me and Uncle...'' I returned the smile, gently cradling her cheek. Glancing up at Enzo, I noticed him turned away, his back to us, his shoulders quivering. Confusion struck me; I couldn't understand why he was crying. ''Enzo...?'' I called out. ''I'll go and get my gift for you...'' he replied, his voice rough with emotion. With that, he retreated into the house, and I let out a sigh, turning my attention back to Riza, who was still beaming at me.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Tears keep streaming down my cheeks. All of a sudden, my body is pulled forward. My front presses against his hard, muscled body, and in a moment, his arms are around my frame, encasing me inside, providing me some sort of cold warmth. My eyes snap open as I gasp in his chest softly. The ashy scent fills my senses, washing away the rest of my thoughts. Zero’s hands slide down gently, coming to rest on my lower back. I breathe, blinking rapidly. “ Don’t cry. ” He repeats the same thing, but as a delicate whisper in my hair.

The Silver Moon Pack awoke to a somber atmosphere the next day, as news of the tragic demise of Elvie, Elizabeth, and Jasmine spread through the pack like wildfire. Luna Mara, upon hearing the devastating news, felt a weight on her heart that seemed unbearable. The loss of lives so close to her own was a wound that cut deep, and tears streamed down her face. Alpha Jake, sensing his mate's profound grief, embraced Luna Mara tightly. "I'm so sorry, love," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "We'll make them pay for this. The vampires who took their lives won't escape justice."