Obanai Crying Novels & Stories

Yvonne tried her best to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears she felt like the flood of Yellow River. "I won't cry, won't cry," Yvonne said. "It will not be beautiful if you cry again." Samuel laughed. "Yes." Yvonne nodded continuously. She gritted her teeth and persisted, but in the end, she burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I'm useless. I want to hold back my tears. I really want to hold back my tears, but... but I can't stand it," Yvonne said with some frustration. Samuel took a deep breath and said with red eyes, "It's okay. Cry if you want to."

*Cries* ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ X O X O J A N E D O E W R I T I N G S

Rajata jumped a little in surprise, turned to look at his friend, smiling. With her elbows resting on the fence, Kalyana dropped her face into her palms. Her back seemed to shake, getting harder and harder, accompanied by a sobbing sound. Rajata's smile faded, confused. Slowly he shifted his stance closer to Kalyana until their arms touched. Still immersed in her hands, Kalyana leaned slightly towards the Rajata, continued her crying. Rajata was silent. For a few moments, only Kalyana's sobs could be heard, occasionally overtaken by the sound of crows in the distance.

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

, the doctor suggested with an expressionless face. Before Beau could carry her, Hana pulled Nabi from his hands and moved forward. After a few steps, Nabi's eyes teared and she pulled her hand from Hana knelling down. Hana looked frightened seeing her cry. Nabi rubbed and pressed her shoulder weeping. She screamed loudly with anguish and the pain that she was bearing in the arm was like a torture to her.

He was holding a bowl of prawn congee with an appetizing aroma, but not for Morana. She didn't budge. Her face was half hidden by her long hair, her gaze was blank and there were always tears in the corners of her face. Quirino was confused about what happened to Morana, because this kind of attitude was very unusual for her. The Morana he knew rarely cried, but the Morana in front of him now cried like there would never be a tomorrow. Morana was literally crying the whole time, she didn't even say anything from the moment she opened her eyes.

The Serena Ambers that always acted like a boss was crying like a freaking child. “Don’t worry, Jane. Everything will be fine soon. Everything will calm down. Kaihly and Caden are doing their best. You are doing your best. There’s no way we would not know what truly happened sooner or later. We are all in this together. And don’t feel bad for crying, please. You’re being so strong right now and your emotions are all valid…” I bit my lip to keep myself from sobbing. I then wiped the wetness all over my face, looking up to not let any tears fall anymore.

But, unlike Gia, Disya is sincere when she cries because she is touched. “Oh, how poor you are,” the old woman cried again as she carried Disya into her arms. “Look at these young girls. I can’t imagine the life you lead.” Gia’s wrinkled hands stroked the top of Disya’s head carefully. However, this time the old woman was really sincere about it; it was just that she didn’t know how to cry. All her life, Gia did not know what tears were. “I’m sorry I can’t say more than this. Because I can’t explain anymore,” said Gia, trying to give an excuse.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

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