Piccolo Crying Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm doing this so you'll be happy..." "But I'm not happy!" She was crying harder now, her small body shaking with sobs. "You left and Mama is sad all the time and nothing is the way it should be and you're leaving again and..." "Hey, hey." I pulled her into my arms, letting her cry against my chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, piccola. Please don't cry." She hiccupped against my shirt. "Why does everyone think they know what's best for me? Why doesn't anyone ask?"

I’m dead certain I can do this. “Aaarrgghhkk...!!!” squealed and squeaked Sumico with her terribly high soprano eight-octave voice tune. King Richard Orlando Lie, Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin were extraordinarily startled as well as exceptionally astonished hearing Sumico’s so sudden, vastly high, as well as remarkably piercing shouting. They turned backwards to look at Sumico, to know what actually Sumico was doing.

Rebbeca POV. You gotta love a little but the worst part must be the crying, all littles would cry when are hurt or want your attention. That's just my little being bratty, but not today, she's not sick either. Today's tears are the real kind, she's sobbing her heart out into my lap, I tried to tell her it's nothing, that's it's okay but she wasn't listening. I pulled Lou up making her straddle my lap while she cried, I was petting her back and drawing circles on her back. She turned from full on sobs to sucking on my neck, it's when I moved her enough to give her one of paci which she spat right away.

“Kai want to pway…” “Mama,” he sniffled, his small voice breaking, “Kai pway pwaygwound… pleeeath…” Cassie bit down on her lip, hard, fighting the sob that threatened to tear its way out of her chest. Seeing her son’s tear-drenched face—his lashes clumped together, his tiny body shuddering with hiccupping breaths—nearly undid her. “It’s late, sweetheart,” she whispered, pulling him against her chest and beginning to sway gently from side to side while he continue with his soft hiccuping breaths.

We held each other and I held her in my arms as she cried and cried, vowing that Camila Peters would pay for everything she put her through with blood. “ I was so scared, Alejandro. I-I thought I would never see you again.” She cried in my arms, her tears saturating through my shirt as I held her. I looked up to see Angelo Junior standing there. “ Hey Piccola Principessa. I am very happy to see your smile again.” He murmured, “ Alejandro, I would like to speak to you.” He motioned for me to follow him. “ I’ll be right back.” I told her as I slowly let go of her and got up, following him.

“I’m starving!” “Patients Junior!” Hendrik snapped taking a sip on his beer still with his eyes on me. I quickly lowered my gaze. “Put down the baby," I quickly did as I was told. The last thing I needed was upsetting him even more. Kalo crawled on the floor for a second then sat upright staring at us. His huge hand laid on my face instantly getting me on my knees. Blood dripped on the floor before I could taste it in my mouth. Kalo's bright green eyes stared at both of us. I couldn’t help but see the sadness in them. He was a child alright but it seemed like he understood what was happening.

What in the sorcery? “How did you—what did you do to me?” I whisper, clutching my arm in fear. His eyes— They’re no longer golden, but deep blue. “Your eyes…” The words falter on my tongue. “What about them, Piccolo?” “They were… golden.” I pause at the nickname. “You’re not human.” He exhales, amused as a deep chuckle rumbles off his throat. “Careful.” “I don’t want to be here… please let me go.”

I say cautiously, not wanting to let on to what I was doing. “That’s lovely dear” Lucus says as he moves to sit down in his big leather chair. “Come… You can tell us all about your fun little experiments” comes his reply as he moves to pat his leg. Well, here goes nothing. “Actually, How about I show you?” I offer, my mischievous smile slowly rising to my face. “Huh? What do you mean ‘Show’ us Piccolo (Little One)?” questions Alex, his back straightening against his seat, clearly curious by my answer.

The sunlight glimmered on their glowing faces, and soft smiles curved on their lips. One of the girls took a sip from her straw and whispered, “Do you think he’ll finally speak his heart today?” Amid all the noise and excitement, the music suddenly dimmed, and in the glow of the fairy lights strung across the beach, everything seemed to pause. The wind slowed, the waves quieted — as if the ocean itself leaned in to listen. And in that stillness, Rex strummed his guitar. A slow, soft, soul-touching melody began…

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.