Raddy Crying Novels & Stories

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

My weak point had always been my children's tears if they cried, I might cry too, so I always do everything in my power to keep tears from their eyes, even til now. If cereals would keep the tears off his eyes, then I didn't have anything to care about, "I'll prepare it for you." I relented and replied to him. He happily hugged me with his head tilted upward to stare at me, his eyes still had tears in them and they were glittering with the light. "Thank you, mummy, I love you so much." "You can make extra for me too, mummy, I'd love to try it out and you know Ryan is a foodie, he might not want to share with me," Ryder spoke up from behind.

I hear crying. No, someone is sobbing. It's an animalistic, guttural sobbing, the kind that leaves claw marks on your soul. And then I am him. Rhydar. But not like the monster I know. He's... tiny. Ten? Eleven? He's locked in a steel room, curled up on the floor, shivering, his eyes swollen from crying. Everything hurts. It's the kind of agony that would make anyone wish for death. It could cause even the mightiest alpha to break down into tears. Worse, I'm only in his memory, and it hurts this much.

It was like Ryder could hurt her at that moment. After a few seconds, a tear from her cheek splattered on the wooden floor. And Ryder suddenly went back to the caring Ryder. The purple air around him also dissipated. "Raeya, I... I didn't..." "Yes, you did." Raeya furiously tried to wipe her tears away, as if to keep them from falling. She hated it when her anger just turned to tears. She wanted to say a lot---to pour out her own anger too but it's really frustrating when the words just melt into tears.

All the frustration, all the heartbreak, all the longing came spilling out in that silent embrace. The tears came, full and fast. She hadn’t even realized how close to shattering she had been. Mrs. Maddy said nothing, just held her through it, letting her sob until the weight began to lift. And once the sobs had quieted, they sat together at the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” Raellyn said, laughing bitterly through her tears. “This must be ridiculous. Crying like a child in your room.” “You’re allowed to break, dear,” Mrs. Maddy said softly. “Especially when no one’s there to catch you.”

Tears broke down heavy again, hot and endless, as I whispered into the phone, my voice cracking and desperate. “Daddy…” Ryder’s voice came through the phone, low and rough with worry. “Bunny? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” The sound of his voice made something inside my chest crack open. I couldn’t stop crying. Hot, ugly tears kept gushing down my face, blurring my vision, dripping off my chin onto the floor. My shoulders shook violently with each sob as I clutched the phone tighter to my ear, my knuckles turning white. Nanny Grace stayed right behind me, her warm hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back while she murmured gently, “Shush… it’s okay, princess. I’m here.”

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Slowly, Ryder loosened his hold and pulled back just enough for them to look at each other. Arden’s eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks wet with tears. Ryder’s face was no better—his eyes dark, glassy, tears sliding down his cheeks without restraint. “Why are you crying?” Arden asked softly. Ryder inhaled deeply, turning his face slightly as if to hide his tears. He straightened, forcing himself to breathe, but he was too shaken to think clearly.

The fountain had a statue of a woman pouring water from a jug, but the water was black as ink. Something wet dripped onto my hand. I looked down and saw a tear. Then another. They were falling from my face, but I hadn’t even realized I was crying. “Mama, why are you crying?” Ryker asked, his little face scrunched up with concern. Mama. He’d called me Mama. That made me cry harder. “I’m sorry,” I said, wiping at my face with my sleeve. But the tears kept coming. “I’m so sorry.”

he shouted, voice hoarse, eyes feral. “NO!” I scrambled to my feet, every limb shaking violently. The night was alive, crackling with violence, but I forced myself between them, hands outstretched. “Don’t kill him! Please—” My voice hitched and broke, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Don’t. Not like this!” Ryder and Jaxon froze, breathing ragged, jaws clenched, bodies quivering with the urge for blood. Caden’s eyes flicked to me, his expression shifting from pure fury to aching concern—a transformation so sudden my heart stuttered.

Both Ryder and Troy grab her but she’s hysterical. “What do you mean?” She screams as she tugs on Ryder’s shirt. “Blind? What kind of sick joke is that?” Ryder doesn’t respond to her. He can’t even look at her state. Kat is bursting into tears, her eyes red and puffy. The tears are staining her cheeks and her hair is a mess. She shakes him hard, demanding for answers. “Ryder!” She yells. “F*cking tell me that it’s a joke! F*CK!”