One Piece Cry Novels & Stories

The doctor replied, that only increased the hatred she has for Alpha Zaid. Crimson sighted a girl crying alone, she look like she is just 5 years old. Tyler and Crimson went to her. "Why are you crying princess?"crimson asked squatting to her size. "Your highness, please tell my mom and my daddy do open their eyes, tell them to not leave me alone." The girl cried folding her little hands. It was so pitiful that Crimson Hugged the girl. "It's gonna be fine baby, stop crying okay." Crimson said, she called the doctor.

Screams after scream break out of my lips as I struggle furiously in their hold, refusing to accept. Pain rakes through my body as I jerk in their arms, causing their fangs to sink deeper. “LET GO OF ME!!! PLEASE!!!” I scream, tears rolling down my eyes. The knowledge that they are going to die is so fresh in my head that it has me bursting into sobs. “You are ours. Nothing will change that, not even you.” Tyler growls, eyes brimming red as he snatches me by the elbow. “You do—nt understand.” I mutter, my voice cracking as more tears runs down my cheeks. Ryler’s tongue darts out running the wet skin along my cheeks, swiping off my tears. “Now, now princess we can’t have you crying.” he rasps

Vione tried to calm herself, but Rowena's words kept echoing in her head. She couldn't hold back her emotions and would have cried if Ayla hadn't arrived. Ayla approached Vione worriedly. "Vione, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" "No," Vione said, shaking her head. She quickly wiped away the tears that were about to fall. "I wasn't crying because you came suddenly, Ayla." Ayla groaned. "Vione."

I don't know how long we stay in each other's arms crying, I don't know what's going on around us, I only know that Jareth is destroyed and that I'm breaking to pieces. There are no questions, I don't hear the cameras clicking pictures. I can only hear Jareth's racing heart and his crying that mixes with the sound of my tears. The pain is evident, so much so that, we separate and continue to cry. His eyes red from crying and his cheeks wet, showed that a waterfall had come out of his eyes at the pain he feels.

Kou panicked as he asked me, "Hey, a-are you okay? Why are you crying? Does it hurt? Did the bandages come off?" "Huh...?" I doubted as I wiped the tears from my eyes... I was crying...? As soon as I realized, I immediately went to the girl's bathroom trying to hide my tears... I can't believe I cried over that... from the very start, I've expected this, I prepared myself for this because I knew he liked Yui from the start... but why does it still hurts...? I'm so lame. Is crying and justifying everything that I do all I know? Ah... I really am annoying. Since when have I became such an annoying person that even I can't tolerate.

Third Person’s Point of View “Kuya Knight, my head hurts. Huhuhu, am I dying? Kaelyn started crying. "I don't want to die," she said. “What? You’re not dying; it’s just a headache. Don’t overreact,” Knight spat, handing her a glass of water. “But—it hurts so bad. If I’m dying, let me eat ice cream. Huhu, I want ice cream.” Kaelyn continued crying to her brother, but without any tears. It's like invisible tears.

He was not sure about it as well. “We won but you cried”, mumbled the elder elf. He was lost in his deep thoughts. “Give me some time to analyze that vision your majesty”, said the elder elf. “Okay”, Kris replied. As the days goes by, everything was in great peace. Until, Kris had another dreamed. She saw someone crying for help, down in Agartha. She immediately called the attention of everybody. “Someone needs our help”, Kris uttered. “Who could it be?”, asked the unknown man.

“...Stop crying~..look at me…Babe…it’s all in the past…I am fine…it was hard at the time..but that is just how it is…Thank you for crying for me…but, if going to cry some more..someone will get their eyes swollen for the whole day..” “You went through so much…I just felt that..Oppa..has hurt so much…because they used you…and I know that losing comrades…is so painful, yet even after all you have been through..they should compensate you…give you a medal and raise you up..instead…they just discarded you……Oppa~….huuu~…You’re okay..right?..”. (Hwa Young)

Crack seventy-nine is jagged. He bites my shoulder. He squeezes my hips until I know his fingerprints will be etched into my skin for a week. But I am not in the laundry room. I am floating in the grey space behind my eyes. I am in the diary, reading my mother’s words. I am in the office, stealing the password. I am Vincere. I am not this body. Ciro shouts. It’s a raw, angry sound. He finishes. He shudders violently, his forehead dropping to rest on my shoulder. His breathing is ragged, harsh gasps that tear out of his chest.

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.