Raddy Crying Novels & Stories

"Oh my gosh! Awww...fuck me harder, Michael ..fuck meee....oh my! This is hot...fuck me Zaddy! Oh yeah! Spank that ass...I'm loving it..." Broderick screamed like an angry breast and thew his phone far away to God knows where. Tears rushed down his face quickly and he stood hopelessly like someone who had lost all strength. The rain immediately began to fall, it brought along with it an heavy wind, causing too much cold but Broderick was too broken to leave the spot.

The little fellow reached out to wipe her tears and comforted her, "Darling, don't cry. I am fine. You won't be beautiful if you cry. I am a generous kid, so I don't care what others say. I am very happy. I don't need any Daddy." Stella didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, Alia, who was standing by the side, was beginning to lose her temper. "Hmph, what do you mean by you don't need a Daddy? You don't need to fight with me for my daddy. Bad boy!" "Alia!" This time, RK was very furious, and his expression was terrifying. "Daddy..." Like a child who couldn't get candy, Alia sobbed, her tiny hands tugging at RK's suit jacket as she cried.

“It’s lively tonight as a few women have joined. Hey, why are you crying?” “I’m fine…” Cindy lowered her head and wiped her tears hurriedly.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

I've never seen him cry, never seen him in so much pain. "You're telling me not to cry, and you're crying. Why are my tears more precious than yours? Why are you crying? Do you know what your tears do to me? I can't bear to see you cry; you know that it tears me up inside. Don't weaponize your tears against me." "Fuck off, Ryder, just fuck all the way off. Go home; I've had enough."

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

Beyond the obvious anger and fear I felt, there was something else—something unexpectedly painful that made my chest tighten. Before I could process this feeling, I felt a tiny finger brush against my cheek. I hadn't even realized I was crying until Rancy was wiping away my tears with her small hand. "Mommy, Rancy sorry," she whispered, her eyes wide with concern. "Rancy was bad. Please don't cry anymore, okay?" Her bottom lip trembled. "When Mommy cries, I get scared." God, what was I doing? She was just a child. My child. This wasn't her burden to carry.

“Saturday, if you think you’re going to cry, just keep in mind that you may get a breast pad.” Sniffling, Rye started laughing and held her hand out for one.

Rick With a smirk, I pushed open the final door, and a scream pierced the air. "Please...please...please...don't hurt me," her voice rasped, likely from crying. She had buried her face between her knees, tightly wrapping her arms around herself, shaking as she cried. "Addie, baby..." she froze, slowly raising her head. Big eyes stared back at me, her mouth agape. Gently, I caressed her face, never breaking our gaze. "Breath, baby. Take a breath." "Ar...den..." her voice shook with emotions and then leaped into my arms, sobbing.

Brooke stuttered unsurely, "but if I die in that battle, I'll come back and haunt you!" For some reason, I didn't know if it was the stress of the battle or the fact that I'd cried so much since I found Ryder with River, but I started to laugh - and not a light giggle, but a gut busting honk from me as I doubled over, tears welling in my eyes. Everyone else stared at me either irritated, or baffled, but I continued to laugh obnoxiously until I was able to regain control of my outburst, looking back up, and wiping a stray tear from my eye.