Piccolo Crying Novels & Stories

_Rosalie_ "Are you ever going to stop crying?" A small voice groaned pulling me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I looked up my vision blurry from the tears. "You've been crying for over hours now." Cage sighed. "Stop, you'll get sick mummy." He wiped my tears away then cupped my cheeks between his small hands. "I'm sorry mummy, I'm sorry for my horrible behavior and attitude towards you." He sighed looking at the floor.

She was the image of me, but she had Lucas's green eyes. “I've recorded the sound of my bike engine revving on my phone. It's the only thing that will calm her down while she's waiting for food,” Lucas said, thumbing through his apps. The second he played the recording, Harley stopped crying, and a smile broke out across her face. “A girl after my own heart.” Lucas grinned with a distinct air of satisfaction. "Maybe it's just wind?" I mentioned, a little unnerved to hear a tiny baby giggling like that.

She was smiling without realizing herself as she looked at the children. "Don't cry anymore, alright? I'll buy it for you. I'll buy lots of it." At that moment. Marcus already squatted, and he was looking at the little boy very gently. Only then did the little boy realize that there were plenty of people sitting inside the old couple's little room. The little boy immediately stopped crying. "Who are you?"

but that was a mistake. The moment she saw the tiny clothes, she froze. A small onesie hung on the rack , white with tiny yellow ducks. Her hand trembled as she reached for it. “Hey,” I said softly, watching her expression change. Her lip quivered. She tried to smile, but her eyes filled up instantly. “They’re so small,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Like… how is something so tiny supposed to wear this?” Then she started crying. Not loud sobs, just silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying again. Damn hormones.”

I whimpered, my hands grabbing the table for balance as I tried to control my feelings. "See? You're already hard," Maverick noted, his thumb rubbing right against the shape of my dick through the denim. "Please... don't," I whispered weakly, but my body wasn't listening to my brain. “You're going to turn me on if you keep whimpering like that, you know,” he licked my neck before biting down on it, making me shudder. Maverick unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand inside my underwear, pulling my erect dick out into the cool air of the study room.

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" ~

She paused as her words sank in. “You wish to take revenge on your little sister who slipped out of your hands before you could f*ck her, eh?” She looked around at her men, all big , muscular fellows, though Nico as he furtively dabbed at his damp brow. The men looked back at Piccolo , who felt a shiver of uncertainty run through him. What can of worms had he opened by reaching out to this obnoxious woman sitting before him, he thought in despair. She smiled, leaning back in her recliner, enjoying the discomfiture on his face as she drawled, her East European accent strong as she spoke,

From the doorway, Isabella let out a bright giggle. I pulled my head back and glanced at Nico, who was now peeking over my shoulder, watching the space under the bed with wide eyes. "He says he is leaving immediately, piccolo." I assured him as I stood back up and bounced him gently on my hip. "He was very intimidated. He didn't realize you had backup." Nico blinked, processing this information with toddler logic. Then, a small smile broke across his face. "Ba.. bye, monster." "Exactly. Ba bye." I agreed, walking him over to the center of the bed. I pulled the covers back and set him down against the mountain of pillows.

I added. Cries broke not too far from me. It was Noah. It began with soft hums, and his head jerking back and forth at every hiccup that gripped him. He bit on his lip, with his eyes pressing shut to clear his blurry vision. Then after a few seconds, his lips parted and the sound became louder. Tears rolled down his cheeks. My throat burned yet my face was expressionless. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails digging deep into my skin. At every wail my nails dug deeper until a warm liquid rolled down my hands. I took a quick glance to see blood.

my voice cracked at the end of my lie. "Hun, are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine." "You sure?" I snorted masking my sniffle, "Positive." "I love you, Piccola, please take care," he said and I grinned through my quiet tears at the genuine act. "I love you too," I mumbled as he hung up. The door is opened abruptly. Nadei's disheveled bloodshot-eyed towering form glanced briefly at me before scowling but his electric green eyes betrayed him to exhibit his sadness and longing.