Padme Crying Novels & Stories

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

“I think he needs more rest.” Damien got off the white horse he was riding and knelt before the two young mages. He had a flask with him which he handed to Dorin. “What is this?” Dorin asked. “It is a broth to quell sadness,” replied the groundskeeper. “It will help.” he placed a hand on Seb’s shoulder. Seb quivered, a large tear fell from his cheek. “He will be fine,” said Damien standing up. Sebastian stirred and opened his eyes. He looked up at Dorin, then at Damien. His eyes filled up with tears at the sight of the groundskeeper.

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

- he looked at him pleadingly. - I have already explained to you that this is not killing.- he answered a bit harshly.- Thanks to me they all remain beautiful forever. Someday the world will understand that what I'm doing is right, but until then you have to help me, Dong Min.- he stretched his arms and grasped his hands.- I can't help it that I found another person whose beauty I want to capture. I have to do it, so help me.- he looked at him with that pleading gaze.

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.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

Her eyes finally closed. "Reece!!!!!!!" Nicodemus screamed a pitching tone of agony. His veins,tears and pain all popped out at once. Faith just remained on the floor watching her mate break down. She knew there was nothing she could do to help him at the moment seeing how he cried helplessly.

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

with anyone who would listen. "You can't go soft on a capitalist," she said. "As long as we stick together and make a scene, she'll definitely be scared. Trust me. Today, she'll give us what we want." Layla sat beside her, smiling politely and nodding along every now and then. At exactly 9:00 am, I walked into the conference room. Every pair of eyes snapped toward me instantly—some gleeful, some just watching for drama, some openly greedy. I walked to the front, ignored the prepared slides, and slowly scanned the crowd. Then, I said, "First, I'd like to apologize to everyone."

The lady, consumed by sorrow, slowly turned, her face drenched in tears and eyes reddened from crying. It was an emotional reunion as she saw Nathan. Without uttering a word, she rushed into his arms, embracing him tightly. Nathan, although surprised, reciprocated the hug, feeling the weight of her distress. "What's wrong, ma'am? Why are you crying? Is everything alright?" he inquired with genuine concern. She didn't immediately respond, her emotions too overwhelming to put into words. Instead, she continued to cry softly. Nathan, sensing her need for solace, guided her to a nearby bench. They sat down, and Nathan patiently waited for her to gather herself.