Padme Crying Novels & Stories

I trail off, breaking down in loud sobs again. “Daphne, hey look at me, Daphne, it’s okay. It’s all good…” he tries to soothe me. “No. It’s not all good. I don’t know what am i going to do? Moon goddess is punishing me right now and I don’t know what to do? What if …” I trail off again, I’m literally a crying mess. “I am sorry, Daphne. I’m sorry this had to happen to you. I frankly wish I could help, maybe…do something about it.” Liam says, his eyelids are dropping.

"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."

Like a child, she allowed her tears run down her face, mingling with the raindrops. “Please, Amara,” She sniffed, her hands cupping her face. “I know what I did was wrong, but please, give me a chance, just a minute, I’d apologize and…and…I’ll even go as far as groveling!” Fiona’s voice cracked and her cries got louder. The sound was heart wrenching, almost pitiful and Amara had to blink twice to make sure that she was actually witnessing what was happening. Did Fiona…was she…crying?

It was clenching her heart. “Stop crying, Tamara, hmm?” Hades whispered in her ear as he was still hugging her so tightly. Tamara bit her lower lip as she tried to stifle the sobs that were still escaping her lips. She slowly took a deep breath before letting it go out of her lungs. She moved a bit, and Hades loosened his grip on her. He gently wiped away the tears from her face. “I just couldn’t believe that Kage could do this to me.” Her voice croaked.

, Pamela's voice booms into the phone, almost dissolving my anger. I wish I am like Pamela, she is carefree. "Hi", my crack voice replies. "Hey, what's the nmatter with you?" She asks me. I know Pamela will figure out something is wrong with me from my voice. She is just the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know how to tell her what is wrong so I burst into tears again. **** ( Jordan's POV ) I got a call from Madaline after leaving Evelyn's

“Maddy -“ I whisper and she slaps me again. Now, this one I feel. It’s not too painful, but I can tell she put all her strength into it, because she lets out a low whine and she bursts into tears. Tears that stream freely down her face. A face swallowed by misery and despair, with dark circles surrounding her red and cry swollen eyes.

“It’s all going to be okay. I’m here, I’m right here. I won’t leave, so, let it all out.” And for the second time, Ivory allowed the tears to flow. The grief she was feeling was overwhelming, and no matter how many times she tried, she couldn’t shake off the feelings. And so, she allowed herself to be weak, and leaned into Gadreel’s embrace, and for a few moments, cried.

Glittery tracks down her cheeks. My first instinct was to turn away. To walk away from the scene as quickly as possible and go back to bed. Shut down the strange emotions that were rising up, pressing on my throat, instead I asked, “Is everything okay?” “No,” Paige said thickly. “She has been crying for an hour and she won’t stop. I have tried everything. I fed her, I changed her. I am holding her. I turned the light on, I turned it off. I don’t know what else to do.”

Hammad was startled very badly. Despite his control, tears started flowing down his face in a row. The heart of Zaniya yearned for him. "Hammad, what happened? Tell m….me. Why are you crying? Hammad…." "I…. I…. I…. Zaniya B….Bi, I…I m….my p…papa…" "Hammad, what are you saying? Stop crying, otherwise, my heart will stop beating. Now tell me clearly." Zaniya wiped his tears with her hand.

He cries like a baby. And gods, I cry too. I can’t stop the tears streaming down my face as I move closer, not touching him—just being near. The Queen, my mother, dabs her eyes with trembling fingers, her usual composure faltering under the thick sorrow filling the room. Jasmine, already at his side, is sniffling—her eyes red and swollen. Without hesitation, she sinks to her knees and wraps her arms around his shaking frame, holding him as if she can shield him from the pain.