Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

It seemed that Penelope's video was even more impressive than Miranda’s photos. She decided to see for herself how good it really was. Penelope's video was not on the same platform. Curious about all the buzz, Miranda downloaded the app and found that the first recommended video was Penelope's. The video featured a voice-over of the most iconic lines from Penelope's hit drama. She stood in the snow, with snowflakes swirling around her. Holding a wilted flower, she turned around, and a single tear rolled down her cheek, capturing a profound sense of heartbreak.

It was the first they ever saw the boy be so low. “So, you can’t paint,” Nicoli repeated, feeling new tears spring up. “Then I’ll…just,” No, he didn’t want to cry, not in front of them. But it was happening, and he moved to press his hands on the side of his head. All this crying was giving him a terrible headache. “Oh, wait,” Philpé immediately distressed upon seeing him cry, finding himself trying to appease. “please don’t!” And he motioned for his assistant to help.

Weird. I look through the window, trying to get rid of my gobbling thoughts. But then something strikes my attention. I thought they are beads of sweat which are rolling down Erden’s face but when I look closely, I’m bug-eyed to see that it’s actually tears which are streaming down his cheeks. He quickly wipes them with the back of his hand and grabs the steering with both hands again, sniffling quietly. “Why are you crying, sir?” Eren voices out.

"I take it as a compliment." Pete's face is wet. Tears, sweat, maybe both. His chest heaves, and he starts crying. Really crying. I watch him as disgust curls under my skin. It's worse when it's a man. Women? It's annoying. But when a man breaks like that, sobbing and blubbering like a toddler, it's a fucking joke. "Please," Pete sobs. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone." "Wrong. Fucking. Answer," I snap.

I do not mind what she's doing right now, but her words stab me in the chest, making me cry even more. This is so uncool. I was crying in front of this nerdy girl. "It's fine if you cry. Even men also have their emotions," Nana added and sat beside me. Then, she patted my left shoulder, making me cry even more. "Shut up," I hiccuped, and she just smiled at me. TO BE CONTINUED

It was France—and he’s crying. Fuck.

I dropped my weak gaze. “Zeve. Zeve!” she called. I looked at her, realising I was spacing out and I didn’t even know where. “Yeah?” “Where is Zahir?” She asked, and I felt like lightning struck me at the very moment she asked that forbidden question. Tears welled in my eyes. Blinking them off, I forced a smile on my face. “Uh! Look! Polaris started crying again. I will take him outside. He will feel better…”

He was crying? Raina froze, thinking: ‘I only said a few things... did I really move him that much?’ Leif held it in for a long time, but in the end, he couldn’t help it. He let out a low laugh. The laughter pulled at his wound, causing a dull pain like it might tear open. Raina: “…” She frowned slightly, a bit exasperated. “Was it that funny?” Leif quickly stopped laughing. “No.” Raina resisted the urge to roll her eyes. ‘No? After laughing like that?’

I think my tears will water any moment. “You do not want to?” He stared at me as if examining why I was crying. “Why are you crying? Is my offer so bad?” “N-No… no,” I stuttered as I wiped the tears which is starting to flow. “I’m j-just happy t-that I am not… I am n-not a slave anymore.” Continuously, I cried which made Apollo’s brow furrowed at the sight. I saw Andrius’ lips escape a thin smile… a genuine one if I am not mistaken. He gave me a tissue to wipe my tears off.