Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

“I would have burned the world down. I love you, Serafina.” “I love you, too. Fuck.” I panted as I raced toward the edge already, riding him faster and harder. Then I started to cry. Killian panicked at the sight of my tears, wiping them away with gentle thumbs. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” “I’m—” I sniffed. “I’m happy. These are happy tears.” “Huh?”

I whispered which is what finally, gave Alban the permission to show his feelings where for the first time since we were little, I watched him breaking down crying. Pulling him into me and wrapping him in a hug, I allow him to cry into my neck with such sorrow, pain, and regret in his cries. Even the big bad wolf cries.

Then. He lowered the dagger. "...Interesting." Everyone in the hall gasped. Even Riven looked surprised. "Why are you crying?" His voice was calm. Somehow... That made it even scarier. "Why wouldn't I cry?" I gritted through clenched teeth, glaring at him. Then, almost instantly, I switched back to my pitiful expression. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "I've suffered enough for one day..." For a long moment, Nerien simply stared at me.

Serene gave a sarcastic dry laugh. "You... didn't feel excited at that time?" Varun asked daringly. Gritting her teeth, Serene fiercely said. "Yeah it was so indescribable that I almost cried." "Huh!" Bhumit's brows raised with a questionable look. "Why did you cry?" He got a little anxious. "I didn't say that I cried. I almost cried!" Serene cleared her statement. "Then why?" Followed by Bhumit, Varun asked.

I started to cry in front of him after blurting my heart out. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I’ve been feeling so emotional lately. I think it has something to do with my Jet Lag. Warren was surprised at my sudden outburst. It is the first time I cried in front of him. I don't want people seeing me cry. It makes me feel weak in front of them. Warren stood up and sat beside me. He hugged me and caressed my back as I sob on his shoulder, "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself,” he tried comforting me but he sucks at doing it, so I continued to cry.

Harnum felt very angry with Albern who seemed to be playing with his life. "Devil man! Crazy man! You'd better just kill me!" Harnum shouted. But Albern ignored Harnum's screams, he continued walking and closed the door. Now Harnum was left alone, still tied to the pole. Harnum's condition was truly pathetic and sad. The crystals finally flooded her pale white cheeks. Harnum cried silently, his chest ached from holding back his tears.

“We’re here watching the, uh, artistic interpretation of events on Channel One. So, this is Jeff. Who is, for the record, not crying.” “He’s calibrating,” Lina said flatly, pointing a finger of light at the screen. A helpful, glowing arrow appeared over Zorval’s Jeff, pointing to the “tear.” “See that chromatic aberration? That’s not pathos. That’s a spectral leak in the sentiment filter. Amateur hour.” Kael’s lower-third graphic popped up: [SUBJECT: JEFF. EMOTIONAL STATE: FOCUSED. PSYCHIC BEARING LUBRICATION: 98% OPTIMAL. SAD FLUTE ACCURACY: 0%].

Parineeta dropped another bomb on her Paheli was shocked to hear that her parents were no more. No matter how much angry she was with them but still they were her parents. Tears slipped from her eyes without any control. Agastya holds Paheli to give her support. A sob left her mouth and she broke down completely. She started to cry profusely. Parineeta came towards her and hugged her and paheli hugged her back. "don't cry paheli. Crying is not good for your health." Parineeta said wiping her tears

Press circle to accept, or cross to decline. Erin huffed a laugh, feeling tears pool in his eyes. He felt a panic attack engulf him in this white realm of nothingness. "Coward."

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”