Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

"No! Please!" She roused from the pillow with an audible whimper, feeling her heart pound so wildly within her chest as she held herself like a scared little child and cried her heart out after that horrifying night terror, feeling cold shivers crawl all over her dampened skin as that truly macabre image of herself being buried alive and those desperate wails of hers still rang into her mind like an ominous echo. ..."No! Please!"... She sobbed as she held her knees close to her heaving chest, only now noticing she was still dressed into her white top and jeans from yesterday as her tears fell over the dark fabric.

Nana asked while suffering from breathing. The moment that Nana’s thumb was removed from Joanne's forehead, Joanne was crying so hard that she didn't know what to do next. She’s shouting and panicking, which makes Lirah’s mind completely blank. The next thing that she knew, her vision darkened and she lost consciousness

I said blinking my eyes , to not let the emotions of mine ,fall from them . He grabbed my shoulder with fury in his black eyes ,“Do you think I m fool or I don’t know anything . U can cry Elis . U can burst out every emotion at least now . Pls cry Elis. Ten years , its ten years from the accident but yet you didn’t cried . U didn’t mourn on your own parents death, Elis . Pls , at least now melt the wall , Elis .” Thats true I didnt cry . Because I m waiting for the right time when I will kill the murfer of my parents . That very same day , I would cry . But that would be happy cry of success .

MEMORIES ********************* NARRATORS POV *********************** We are so proud of you Sophie. From when you were a little girl, you showed great resilience and we believed that you would do great things and make the family proud.” grandpa Greg said to Sophie after kissing her on both her cheeks. Her grandma Rosaline held her in a firm hug for some minutes and when she separated the hug Sophie could see glitters of tears in her eyes. “You made us proud tonight, my darling. I have no words to describe it.” the tears flowed down her well powdered weathered cheeks, Sophie brought out a clean white handkerchief from her purse and cleaned the tears.

“It’s great that you like it! You can take your parents’ photos with it too!” At the end of the voice recording, I could hear a man’s heavy breathing. It seemed like the two of them were getting impatient. I held the three polaroid photos in my hand. The animals in them looked so lively, it was as if they might leap out at any second. “Time to head back to the office.” Even though I had returned to the past, I was traumatized by what had happened to me in my previous life. First, I arranged a full-body check-up for my parents and hired a maid.

I don't want to leave it with me dying in a pool of blood and you crying. -You see? Right there you have made a mistake- He puffed out his chest and I held back a laugh. He got very macho when he wanted to -Do not Cry. I was sad, but that was because I had a cold and my eyes were watering. That you were dying in front of me did not cause it. Nothing can make me cry, Mrs. King. He winked at me and I laughed.

He stays there holding and soothing me until my consciousness slips away. GUNNAR POV I, Alpha Gunnar, am crying. I'm crying for the first time in decades. I haven't cried since I was a small child. I didn't even cry when my mother died a broken she-wolf. My mate's words are playing over and over again.

She said. “God I… Renia I…” I stumbled on my words. It was suddenly getting hard to breathe and I couldn’t form a proper sentence. I was feeling too much at that moment. Happiness and love and respect and fear and happiness again and fear all over again. “Are you…” she trailed off her eyes widening in shock. “Are you crying, Raphael?” She asked. Puzzled, I raised my hand to my hand and touched my face and sure enough I was crying. I didn’t realize when I started crying. I don’t even care how I must appear to other dinners here. A grown-ass man shedding tears right here for everyone to see.

Marco huffed, frustration simmering beneath his determination, as he continued knocking. "Open this door, or I swear I'll break it down." His voice carried a weight of both anger and concern as he applied more force to the door. "I don't care!" Patricia's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She stared at her teary reflection in the mirror, her hands trembling. "Why am I crying? What's wrong with me? This is the consequence of loving a man," she murmured, cupping her hands under the running tap and splashing water on her face. "Stop crying, don't let their—"

That was it. The final crack. The final wall collapsing. A broken sob tore from my chest. "Oh, Zarek..." I pulled him into my arms. My body shook violently. The tears came harder. Years of pain. Years of fear. Years of pretending. All of it poured out. I buried my face against him and cried. Truly cried. The way I hadn't allowed myself to cry in years. And through it all, Zarek remained there. Holding me. Quietly.