Robotboy Cry Novels & Stories

Giving me ‘near-death’ experiences was something he enjoyed, after all. At his response, Sophia’s eyes were covered with tears, and she began to cry quietly. She wasn’t making any noise, just crying silently like an adult. "Spohia," Roberto called, watching her. Seeing her cry made him feel unhappy—something uncomfortable. He reached for her small hand, lifted her gently, and placed her in his arms. "Spohia, why are you crying?" The other five children looked at their sister, and in an instant, they all began to cry too.

"Baby Robbie!" Meanwhile, in the fortress, Baby Robbie's little body looked frail but defiant. Tears were flowing out of his eyes even though he tried to hold them back. When he went next to the window, he noticed the Elephant's Eye suddenly moving. Then, he heard a whisper. "Little boy, your father has abandoned you…. Poor thing!"

My mother still carried my gift on her hair after what I did. "Momma, are you crying? Please don't cry," Rob said and ran to me, clutching me by my legs. "I hate to see you cry," with that my mother turned her face to look at me, her sea blue eyes meeting my icy blue ones. I could tell she had been crying too and she looked… she looked so old and thin and pale and…. "No baby, I'm not crying. I'm fine," I responded to Rob who was still clutching my leg.

He just stared at her, his eyes filling with hot tears, clutching his chest where the promise of the red robot had shattered. He turned and ran into the small side room, really just a closet with a mat. He curled into a ball in the corner, pressing his face into his knees. A moment later, the door creaked. Tiny footsteps. Seok-jin peeked in. He was five, small for his age, with eyes that were too big for his face. He looked at his shaking brother. "Hoonie?" Jin whispered. "Did... did you get the robot or the bicycle?"

She began to cry—deep, wrenching sobs that tore from her chest, grief and relief crashing together after decades of waiting. Roberto stood motionless for a heartbeat longer before whispering, voice cracking like a child’s: “Mother?” She crossed the room in a rush and embraced him. Roberto collapsed into her arms, all the rigid control shattering at once. He didn’t cry—not yet—but he broke, folding into her like the little boy who had spent twenty years pretending he didn’t need this. His shoulders shook as he buried his face against her shoulder, arms wrapping around her as if she might vanish.

After few minutes of turning the box, I was able to set all the sides a different color. “Yes...YyesS...I did it, I fixed it,” I exclaimed loudly, and carefully dropped the cube on the table.. Dancing happily I called for Stiles, but Teresa told me he had gone out with his friends. So I had to watch TV and wait until he gets back home. While I was watching TV, my eyes became heavy, and I dozed off. But when I woke up tears overwhelmed my eyes. “No!!” I blurted, as my eyes fell on baby Kayla twisting and turning the colored cube.

" a childish voice called out. The robot accepted the command, retracting all gun barrels, and stood beside Vincent. Austin's face was dirty, his hair standing on end, looking pitiful. He threw himself into Janice's arms, crying out in a loud voice. Then, he pointed at Vincent to complain, "Mommy, he bullied me! He forced me to do all that homework last time too!" He whimpered, "The chicken and rabbit problem was so hard. I couldn't figure out the total legs of the chickens and rabbits, so he wouldn't let me go!" Janice was heartbroken. She patted Austin on the head to comfort him and gave Vincent a sharp look. "Who are you? Did you bring this robot?" Janice's eyes were full of anger.

I am playing with the glass of wine I am holding and ranting to myself about what happened earlier. "She's unfair! Why does she even have to hide from me?" I asked myself out loud. People might think that I am crazy but I don't hella care! Black is my only best friend and I felt really sad finding out that she's hiding something important from me. "Hi, there!" I looked at the man who said that. He's smiling at me like an idiot. my eyebrow creased because he looks utterly familiar but I can't remember how, when, or where I met him.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Lucas… If you can hear me, if you still care, please save me again. Tears slipped from beneath my lashes. "Hey, miss, why are you crying?" the robotic voice came again. "I hate it when pretty girls cry." I didn’t open my eyes. I let the tears fall. A phone buzzed. And I opened my eyes. The gun didn’t lower. One of the men lifted his phone to his ear. "Hello." Pause. "We have her here." Then his tone shifted, harsher. "Hey, bitch. You can’t bail on us."