Rayleigh Crying Novels & Stories

There was a hideous wrinkle on her forehead, hiding behind thousands of little watery dots that dangled and shimmered as she helplessly heaved deep, loud sighs. Ophelia could not scream — unfairly; she silently cried while drawing air into her system, hoping to soothe the pain that was suddenly resonating in the deepest corners of her figure. [An intense, sensitive tingle — a very familiar severe electric shock where she was stabbed.] Hot — Ophelia was feeling very hot as if she was lying next to a hissing lake of lava. Her lips, on the protection of the oxygen mask, became pale blue as tears made a wobbly stream on her colourless cheeks. "She is back. Please calm down, dear. You are alright

“Cry, Avery cry if you want. I am here.” Avery gulped in, sniffing up tears until she couldn't handle it anymore and let them out. Her tears came gushing out on his shoulders and not for once did Alnos flinch. “Ria has lost too many fluids in her body. She is so weak and I couldn't bring myself to tell Raymond. Oh God, I am a bad mother.” “You are not…” He whispered into her ears, still stroking her hair until she was done crying. He held her shoulders, taking her apart from him. “You are beautiful when you cry.”

I wailed on top of my voice. The glowing light stopped as blood began to spew from his mouth. “No, no, no..” I cried, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face ignoring the blood that stained my arms. “Riggs no, please, please, fuck, Riggs!” He only smiled, using one of his bloody fingers to wipe my tears, “it’s okay,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear, “this is the best day of my life, seeing you cry over me.”

"You're joking with me, right? This is about the pearl." He lifted his head. His face was soaked. His eyes were so red they looked like they were bleeding. "I'll find you a better one. Bigger, more beautiful. Just say something, anything. You can yell at me, I don't care. Lyra, open your eyes." Nothing. He dropped his head again, pressing his forehead hard against my hand. His crying went quiet, became that compressed, strangled sound, the kind that comes not from a throat but somewhere deeper. Worse than screaming.

His breathing was uneven. “Stop,” he muttered. “Just… stop talking.” Hailey stared at him, stunned. Anger surged through her grief. She shoved him harder this time, forcing him back. “You don’t get to do that,” she snapped, her voice shaking. “You don’t get to shut me up like that.” Ryan stood up slowly, running a hand through his hair. His composure slipped, cracks showing everywhere. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he said. “You were breaking apart, and if you keep crying like this, Roy will notice. Everyone will notice.”

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

he gasped. “Yes.” Lylah wiped her tears and crouched down as the boy approached. He stopped right in front of her, staring at her with those mixed-ringed amber and silver eyes. “Hey, Rheal—” Lylah’s voice trembled. “Why are you crying?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern. “I’m happy,” Lylah sniffled. “I’m happy you’re here.” “Me too,” Rheal smiled. “I guess this is the part where we hug?”

“She was here—in the nursery. You were resting. I—I only stepped out to make a call, and when I came back, she was gone. The nurse was unconscious, and—” He stopped, his face crumpling as he covered it with his hands. His shoulders shook violently, and for the first time, I saw Raymond cry—not the quiet, restrained kind of grief I had seen before, but raw, broken sobs that tore through him like he was being gutted alive. My heart crumpled, like it had been crushed under a boulder.

But when I glanced up, the night sky was still clear, the moon still pulsing brightly. If it wasn’t raining why do I feel wet…oh… I raised my trembling fingers on my face, and I realized…I was crying. Why am I crying? I shouldn’t be crying. I pressed my palms hard against my face, but it didn’t stop. My chest heaved, broken sobs shaking me. “Ryker…” I choked out, trying to laugh but it came out cracked. “I already told you I’m not—” “I’m sorry.” “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I whispered fiercely, trying to smile even as the tears poured. “Do you hear me? Nothing!”