Piccolo Crying Novels & Stories

I take her in my arms and repeatedly kiss her head to calm her down. "Shhh don't cry piccolo. Look Papa is awake and wants to play with you." I try to comfort her while wiping her chubby cheeks to get rid of the tears. "Me no play wif you." She murmurs while laying her head on my chest making me cooe at her cuteness. "Aww, why baby? Are you angry at me?" I ask her. "Yesh, you no come." She replies. "Papa is sorry baby. Papa was so tired yesterday but not anymore. From now on, Papa will be home early to play with his little princess." I tell her while kissing her tiny fingers.

This time, it was more evident, making the lad to turn his view towards Xiao as he had heard the sound of her cough. “Xiao! Are you okay?” Jun shouted hysterically, as he ran towards Xiao which was already seated on the ground while her hands were supporting onto her head. Xiao looked up to him and she cried even more, “It’s so painful, the pain is too much,” she whispered and Jun didn’t hear a single thing. But he didn’t bother to ask her about what she said, instead he took her into his arms as he carried her in a bridal style.

“Please, let me go. I’ll do anything—money, a car, whatever you want. My mom’s going to be worried—” He laughed. Not a normal laugh, either. It was low and hollow, the kind of sound that made your stomach drop. “Your mom?” he said, his voice laced with mockery. “Worried?” I froze as his laughter grew louder, crueler, until it felt like he was laughing at my entire existence. “Please,” I whispered again, my voice cracking. Mario stepped closer, his expression darkening. “You really think anyone’s coming for you?” His voice dropped to a murmur. “You’re so naive, Piccola.”

MIRABELLA I’m so startled I let out a tiny squeak, and immediately the sound leaves my lips, I curse myself for it, because the sound sets off another round of laughter behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking hard against the tears that burn at the back of them, desperate not to let them spill. I don’t want them to see me crying. I don’t want them to know just how much this has gotten to me.

I moved from the chair and knelt down in front of him so that I could look at him properly. " Angelo I " " Just please don't say no Cleo ." Angelo started crying and all I could do was hug him and he held me tighter. " I can't... I could never say..." Just as I was about to answer we heard Pio scream again. ©#KCMmuoe

I could see how Pio started fidgeting with the ends of his shirt, switching his gaze from my parents to the floor once in a while, looking conflicted on letting my parents in or running inside screaming bloody murder and hollering for his family to protect him from stranger danger. He looked so frightened that I felt guilty when a giggle escaped my lips. Pio’s attention immediately snapped to me. He craned his neck to take a look of who was laughing. I gave him a small smile and a wave. “Hey, little guy,” I said softly, crouching to hug him. He didn’t hesitate in crashing his small body onto mine.

It's not that big of a problem. "Why do you not want him to get married?" I asked. Not expecting to get an answer but sometimes wishes come true. "He is mine" She said. Oh! Knew it. She then started to cry like a baby. She was making some weird sounds. When small babies cry, the kind of noises come out of their noses. It is exactly that kind of sound. But I don't have to laugh or even giggle. Otherwise, she will kill me.

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.

I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people. The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity. Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was.... In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

Josh was at that time, clutching an almost empty bottle of vodka with tears uncontrollably running down his cheeks and his lips releasing pitiful wails which I felt slightly tug at something in my heart. In the next second and I was pulling him into my arms, he leaned his forehead against my shoulders and cried his eyes out without saying a word. I felt the spot on my shoulders where Josh was currently crying on get wet from all the tears Josh was producing but I still didn't move or say a word, I only let him cry his God damn eyes out. He'd take a small chug from the bottle in his hand and cry some more before doing it again and after some time, the sounds in the room quieten slowly till on