One Piece Crying Novels & Stories

While I am walking on the hallway inside our building, I can't help but to fall a tear from my own eyes, still inside my head on how Elric shakes his head earlier, telling me that he didn't love me a little. That alone makes me want to shout but I contain myself, knowing that I am in the middle of the crowd— students walking to and fro, while I am here, tearing up. I bring my left hand up and bit the side of it, wanting to stop myself from crying hard. My nose is a bit sore now and my muscles are in tension. I could not understand the pain I am currently feeling but one thing is only clear to me...

I had seen a lot of shit in my years serving Alpha Kieran. I had seen warriors torn apart in battle, packs decimated, betrayals that ended in blood. But I had never seen a child cry like this. The sound he made was pure agony. It wasn’t just sniffling or a few tears. This was gut-wrenching, soul-deep sobbing. His tiny shoulders shook violently, his hands clutching at his own shirt like he was trying to hold himself together. His breathing hitched, turning sharp and erratic. He looked like he couldn’t even get enough air.

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

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.

He finally broke down and started crying like an infant. His hiccups and muffled voice of sobs filled in the room. There was no stoppage in his tears, as he kept on crying vigorously . He was in pain. He was alone. He was broken. He was awoken....... **************** Hlw dear readers.....!! Hope y'all felt was I was trying you to feel. And I am also sorry for the late update.... Well, lemme know your thoughts over the chapter. Just 2 or 3 chapters more, then we will have Neev' POV too.

I bit my trembling lips to prevent me from crying too much because I knew if I continued like that, I was going to feel sick. I dug my head into a pillow when I got into the room as I screamed into it. The pain in my chest doubled now I had more room to cry. There was an agonising pain in her head, but that didn’t make me take a break from all the crying I had done. “But what if he is not dead” my wolf said. Speaking of my wolf. She didn’t feel sad like a wolf who just lost her mate. She was so calm while I cried ugly by the side.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

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" ~

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

Agony tore through me like a blade, each word a searing wound that cut into my heart. "He's hurt!" The words echoed like a scream inside my skull, a relentless reminder of the pain that was unfolding before me. "B—Bonbon!" My cry was a raw, guttural sound, ripped from the depths of my soul as I witnessed my small friend's suffering. "Id—Idrish strong. Id—Idrish f—f—fight!" A single tear welled up in Bonbon's eye, a shimmering testament to his anguish. Pranaiahn tears were a rarity, carrying the weight of profound longing and sorrow. Their single eyes rarely shed tears, but when they did, those tears held emotions that were both beautiful and devastating.