Obanai Crying นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Due to high fear she is having switch on and off mode type sleep . " Yes I am here my baby .. don't cry " I said to her while kissing her forehead after cleaning her face . " Mommy .. my head is paining " Oni said while crying in pain .. " Shh .. princess doctor will be here soon .. " I heard my husband's foreigner voice , which was calm , soft , love , affection filled voice . " Mommy ! *Weeping* .. my stomach is aching .. puky puky " Oni cried in horror saying puky puky giving a signal that she is going to puke in any moment ..

Tears streamed out of her eyes and fell on the photo, reflecting the clean face of the girl in the middle more clearly. Yaoi was even more scared, and his legs kept retreating. Lavie Sue smiled happily. It seems that the photo is useful: "Little Yaoi, the girl in the middle of the photo, you are very familiar." Yaoi's chin trembled so much that she wanted to be held by a man. She had to close her eyes if she wanted to see it, but her tears kept coming out. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Ana runs to me and kneels beside me. Some have control over their tears, others force them to cry. My case is contradictory, I am simply trying to stop crying. There are no sobs, there are no screams, there are just tears of pain. There are pains in the form of crying, in the form of tears, those that flood inside with sorrow and outside with water. These are the worst.

shouted Gumba. "Dana!" Okayo also called out to his grandmother as the wooden bridge broke apart in his dream. "Dana! Am falling," he cried out again. His voice echoed into the calm atmosphere. He began to slide downward with the broken part of the bridge. Darkness covered him, and he could not tell how far he was from the ground. Fear gripped him as he continued to go down. And then he heard someone crying out with a loud voice, "Uuuuwi! Mayoooo! Mayoo mamaaa." His eyelids fell apart and, to his astonishment, he met a crowd surrounding him. He looked around confusedly, onto the people... elderly women standing by, some singing dirges, some crying... but did he just hear somebody mourn for..

, he asked looking at the youngers eyes and Oak looked away. "No..", Dae shook his head. "Then why did my Bun cry ? I am really sorry." Oak scratched his neck feeling awkward. He stood up and went to a seat in the front. "Oak..why did you go there ?", Aroon called. "I wanna sit alone." "Hmm..Okay then.", Aroon said and turned again to Dae. "Aru.., why did you get worried ? They said you got panicked and cried during a ride and ran out to find me."

“Stop crying, Grapie. I’ll help you solve all of your problems. My little princess must be happy at all times!” While stroking Ninian’s soft long hair, he expressed his distress. Ninian responded with a little whimper and nodded. “All right, don’t cry. There are so many people watching.” Adina laughed gently. “You’ll end up with an ugly face if you don’t stop crying.” Only then did Ninian come back to her senses. ‘Oh right! There are so many people watching.’

Janelle didn't know what to say. Ovan took her over and asked, "Don't cry, okay?” He felt that his patience in this life had been used up by this little girl. Ava immediately shut up, but occasionally sobbed, snot, and tears covered her face. "I’ll be obedient. I won’t cry." She choked with tears hanging on her eyelashes. Ovan sighed. "Let's go wash your face." He was going crazy. The snot on his face was stuck on his skin, which made him really uncomfortable.

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

I turned to Siska with a confused look, while Arum, who had just caught up, immediately crouched in front of me, staring with suspicion. “Geez, Ayu … you’re crying?!” Arum panicked. “Who made you cry? I’ll beat them up!” “I’m not crying because I’m sad,” I quickly clarified, even though a few tears were still on my cheeks. I wiped them fast. “I’m crying because … ah, I don’t even know how to explain it!”

Sobs. Vaelor crossed the space in three steps, pushing the door open without hesitation. Lirian sat on the edge of the sunken bath, face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking. His ash-blond hair, usually tied in a neat bun for the lab or formal occasions, hung loose and damp around his shoulders, strands clinging to his tear-streaked cheeks like golden threads in rain. His full, small lips were swollen from biting them in a futile attempt to stifle the cries, his face red and blotchy, eyes puffy from the onslaught. The sight hit Vaelor like a gut punch, pulling at the stoic alien prince’s heart in ways he hadn’t known possible, a visceral tug that made his chest ache. This human, so small a