Rayleigh Crying Novels & Stories

Rayner said without any emotion to his bodyguards who immediately obeyed him. " NOOOOOOOOO!!! Please let her go. I'm the one you are looking for right? Please take me instead of her." Akira knelt in front of Rayner and pleaded with her tears. Rayner cussed himself not wanting to see the lady in front of him cry. He felt his heart ached just seeing her in pain. " What the fuck is wrong with me" he said to himself inwardly before he heard the voice of a child. "MOMMY!! Why are you crying.?" Tristan ran to his mother when he saw her crying.

Even though he remembers Brady when he sees Khali, he feels something is missing, and it's Brady. "I'm sorry," Khali suddenly said. "Why are you saying sorry?" Rye said "Because I cried. It's embarrassing that you saw me so weak." Khali said. "You should have done that a long time ago. At Brady's funeral, you also kept yourself from crying." Rye said. "It's normal to cry. It's not as if you're crying because you're weak. Crying is a sign in your body that you have to breathe. You are only human; you get tired and hurt, and all you must do is cry. By doing this, you will feel lighter in your heart."

Evelyn answered me. I heard a soft groan coming from Rayne, making me quickly look at her. Her eyes were wide open and she looked around her frantically, her breath was getting heavy and tears fell from her eyes; she was having a panic attack that she ended up snatching the mask off her face.

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head against his shoulder, my body trembling. “I should be the one to be sorry,” I managed to say. And then, my tears, the ones I had been holding back, burst out. Not just silent tears anymore, but the kind that came with shaky breaths, with hiccups, with soft cries that turned into loud ones, I cried like a baby. And then Raymond—he cried too… We both stood there, holding onto each other, crying like two broken souls, the sound of our cry was loud enough to reach anybody nearby.

“But then everything exploded and I never got the chance and now Ember hates me and I’m going to die without ever—” She stops and bites her lip hard enough that I see the skin whiten under her teeth. The tears are running freely now and she swipes at them with the back of her hand, angry at herself for breaking, and then she laughs — a wet, fractured sound that has no business being as brave as it is. “This is pathetic. Goddess — crying like a fucking child on the floor of a haunted house. Come on, Rayana. This is not a very fabulous look on you.”

Raymond pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose as Ravi remained unresponsive. Ravi carefully processed what had happened earlier, leading him to now lie comfortably on his soft bed. He tried to open his mouth, but he felt like his voice couldn't escape his throat due to exhaustion and fatigue. Raymond's hands were on both sides of Ravi's head, with him leaning over, supporting himself on his hands. Ravi didn't know how long Raymond had been crying, as evidenced by his red and teary eyes and his increasingly disheveled hair. Ravi's hand lifted to touch Raymond's wet cheek and gently wiped it, wanting to ask how long Raymond had been crying for him.

Rayleigh. "Hello..." My voice was hoarse. I'd been crying. Again. I was also breaking my promise to Jean by crying and accepting my weakness. "I'm outside your room, Elaine. I've been knocking." He said calmly. "O-oh..." I scrambled to my feet, wiping tears away and patting my cheeks. Shouldn't look like I've been crying. "Sorry, it's just...I've been scrolling on the phone, haha." I lied, dangling the phone between us. I invited him in.

One Day Earlier… "That bastard!" Raellyn’s scream tore through the rooftop air like a wounded animal's cry raw, broken, seething. Her voice rose into the bruised sky, swallowed by the wind, but not before it echoed with all the agony she had tried to bury. “How dare he throw me away like that? After everything he said, after everything we were supposed to be. I did nothing wrong! And now… he’s laughing on camera, holding another woman like none of it ever mattered!”

The mission was a success. Anathea's eyes brimmed with tears, their rims reddening. She bit her lip, trying hard not to sob out loud, as she didn't want Gregory to notice. Gregory put down his phone. He'd already seen a tear slide from the corner of her eye, leaving a faint trace down her cheek. He reached out to wipe away her tears, pretending not to know anything. "Why are you crying?" "Just got something in my eye," Anathea answered.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.