Polnareff Crying Novels & Stories

“Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything. Please, just spare me.” “You miss your parents, don’t you?” Elara froze, tears spilling down her cheeks. “W-what?” “You said you missed them the last time.” Polly’s voice turned gentle, almost kind. “Go join them. You’ll feel less lonely.” A sudden burst of power flared from her hand, and Elara’s scream was cut short. Her body collapsed to the ground, smoke rising faintly from her lips. Polly straightened, dusting off her hands as though brushing flour from them. She stepped over the corpse with ease, her smile softening into something eerily serene.

Night had fallen, and Seraphina was crying uncontrollably. Her body trembled as sobs wracked through her chest, her memories of Jarvis made the pain in her heart unbearable. Every moment they shared replayed in her mind like a tormenting movie. Her tears soaked the sleeves of her shirt, and her breathing came out in ragged gasps. Suddenly, she heard the soft click of a door unlocking. Panic surged through her. She scrambled to a corner, hiding herself in the shadows, still crying but now also trembling in fear. Her heart raced, expecting the worst.

A shiver ran down my spine as he kept looking at me, a bit far from him is Ronan clenching his fist hard in anger as he goes and comes. "What do you think you were doing by treating her like your slave? Are you even in your right senses Seraphina?" Ronan lashed out, his eyes full of rage as he was now standing on a spot while staring at a wincing Seraphina. I gulped down when she looked up, tears were already all over her face, it was so much that it spoiled her once perfect makeup. Her lips shook terribly. Is she pretending to be hurt or something? Why is she crying this much? Ugh.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

She tightly shut her eyes and softly breathed out. "I… I am sorry," She got no reply from him which made her more afraid. "I know you're not ready for this but I… I forgot to take those pills last time…" Her voice was shivering. Seraphina squeezed her palms at his silence and then slowly took her eyes up and her heart ached by watching tears in his eyes. "W.. Why are you crying?" She asked, shedding her own tears. Arzal shrugged his head slowly and uttered. "Why are you crying?"

“Don’t move yet.” “You’re ordering me around now?” “Yes.” I stared at him quietly. The panic still lingering in his eyes unsettled me strangely. “You really cried over me?” I asked slowly. He looked away immediately. “No.” “You literally still have tears on your face.” “That means nothing.” I smirked weakly. “Narek cried because of me.” He glared instantly though his eyes still looked suspiciously wet. “You threw yourself in front of a charging horse!” “Well apparently I survived.”

Niffa observed that she wanted that kind of attitude. Niffa sighed in relief as she wipe all the tears from her face. “It’s okay to cry Niffa,” Merfoy said. “No, I will not be crying anymore,” she answered as she started to make her face expressionless. “Why?” Merfoy ask. “I will only cry if Rico was dead. Now that I learned that he is fine, crying won’t make any sense,” she answered. Maru saw Liana wrapping some bandage around a soldier’s arm. He approaches her and helps her get the rest of the bandage.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded, "Please… Stop… don’t do this to me." My sobs and soft pleas seemed to bring Kristoff back from the depths of alcohol-induced horror. His eyes widened as he saw me crying, clutching my torn dress to my chest. Terrified by his unexpected actions, I felt a mix of emotions. Kristoff moved away from me, apologizing, "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this……. Forgive me."

He muttered and wiping his tears, I smiled and took steps closer to him, I caress his face, and wipe his tears with my thumb, and slowly I pulled him into my arms, “Who said men don't cry? Crying is not a sign of weakness, it's actually a sign of how strong that we are, you can cry on my shoulder as much as you want, I promise to wipe your tears” I said to him patting his back, he hugged me back so tightly and broke into tears, I've never seen Nile cry this much, we spent minutes standing in that same position hugging each other When he finally pulled away, he turned away from me

“P-Paimon... l-let... go...” He finally released me. I crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping. When I looked up—he was crying. Paimon. Crying. I stood slowly. “Hey... Paimon? Why are you crying?” He dug his nails into his scalp, looking absolutely miserable. “You don’t know?” “No... What is it?” With a roar, he grabbed both his horns—and snapped them off with his bare hands. “Fuck you, Alice! Fuck you!”