Niko Crying Novels & Stories

“Please! Please wake up! Don’t leave me! Don’t you dare leave me!” Nico drops to his knees beside him, hands shaking as he presses against Riccardo’s chest like he can force his heart to beat again. “Breathe, brother,” Nico chokes. “Come on… come on… don’t do this…I still have so much arguments and fights to do with you. Please, open your eyes!” Tears stream freely down Nico’s face…..hot, helpless tears he doesn’t bother to hide. I don’t realize I’m crying until my vision blurs completely.

Kim asked I wanted to drive the car away but seeing Joash crying makes me stay, it's like something is stopping me to start the car. " Jordan are you listening?" Kim asked " Huh, what was that?" I asked and shook my head. " I'm asking if you still wanted to talk to him, you should go there, not just sitting here inside your car and watching him cry like that," She said " I, I don't want to" I answered

Listen to one way or another by Blondie. "You couldn't tell her she was hurting you?" I asked after I pulled myself together. "I didn't want to hurt her feelings at first," he started. "I had to lie I needed to pee, but she was like no. It's not pee its-" "Euw! Can you not defile my ears?" "Shut up Nicki." He rolled his eyes. "As I was saying, she said it was... You know and that I should do it in her mouth."

Nico stated, started pushing the swing. "You are right, I look happy outwardly but not inwardly, I harbour a lot in my heart that I can't even speak to anybody about it. It's so tiring." She vented angrily, and was at the verge of tearing up, she was trying so hard not to cry. Nico was surprised at the sudden change of mood, he stopped pushing and sat beside her. "Holding back those tears will do no good. Cry as loud as you can, nobody is going to hear you, I promise you will be okay afterwards."

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.

Niki was unable to determine why a cloud of sadness was hovering over her as she watched those ladies. Then, her nose began to itch. 'What is going on? Do I... know those two ladies?' "Mommy, why are you crying?" Nolan asked, his voice blaring out beside her. It was only then that Niki realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Don't worry. I think the sun is too bright for my eyes." After she had spoken, Niki quickly carried her cup of coffee into the room.

“Carlo? No!” Pedro dropped to the ground next to Carlo's deceased body. His shaky fingers touched him, and when it felt stillness, he gathered him into his body, and began to scream in excruciating agony. A little to his side was a different kind of chaos occurring. “Luca,” Niko held him before he could drop to the ground. “It's me, Niko. It's me. I'm here.” His lips quivered in panic.

I whispered. "Who?" he asked with eyes full of interest. He was loving how I was squirming. "The prisoners? Who else, stupid." He growled at me and my eyes widened. Right, don't call a murder stupid. "Sorry! I'm just freaking out. Will I see their faces? I don't want to see dead men walking, Niko." He chuckled at me and everyone turned to us. Niko rarely ever smiled, let alone laughed. The few times I saw it we were alone and usually about to get naked.

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" ~

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.