Ronnie Anne Cries Novels & Stories

Olivia looked at her and she immediately took her into her embrace. "It's okay... you're okay. Don’t cry, you’re all right. Come on... please, don’t cry," Olivia whispered as she stroked Rayne's brown locks. Rayne was shaking terribly, holding onto Olivia with all the strength she had in her body. "Rayne... that was just some talking..." Evelyn mumbled as she rubbed Rayne's back.

But now, in the solitude of her memories, the weight of her sorrow came crashing down. Ronnie wrapped his arms around her, offering silent comfort. He didn’t ask questions or rush her; he simply held her as she cried, his warmth a soothing balm against the storm inside her. Her sobs gradually turned into silent shakes, then quiet hiccups, the sound of her heart breaking evident in the stillness of the room. She felt like a total mess, and yet, somehow, being held felt like the first step toward healing. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, concern etched on his face, eyes searching hers for any sign of willingness.

Anne made her sit in front of the dressing table and started getting ready. She looked very happy while doing this. Anne said while doing her makeup, "See this diamond necklace, Julie." Hearing her words, Julie's eyes went to the necklace she was wearing around her neck. She started looking at it with moist eyes. "Don't forget this too. It is very beautiful, isn't it?" Anne asked the question while looking at her. To which Julie did not say anything. Anne completed her sentence and said, "This is not a piece of jewellery for you, but a noose for hanging."

This is the real challenge. She nodded once and said, "Okay." Then choose a spot, directly sit on the ground. The three people in front of her looked at her at the same time, Anne Jenner put her hands on the floor, then raised her head and began to cry, first she didn't make a sound, then slowly became sound, then her body struggled slightly, struggling to regain consciousness. Her hands huddled together, her nails dug deep into the ground, she tilted her head, bit her collar, struggling to resist while accepting the mutant, tears rolled down fiercely.

It’s always okay to cry, Cinnie, even when you feel like you’ve cried a river and a lake and an ocean’s worth of tears already. ‘But it’s her who should be crying, not me,’ I whimpered. The tears started to fall. I couldn’t help it. Rhiannon was too still. She looked smaller, too, her duvet tucked up almost to her chin. There was just a gap for Foxy Spangle’s cute little nose to poke out. He’d barely left her side since she’d been poisoned.

"You...you all this while have been planning to hurt Donnie?" She looks shocked at Ronnie. She groan in anger as she pushes Ronnie. "Not a chance, dream on! I will never do it," Ronnie smirks as he gets hold of her chin. "Who gave you the confidence to make you think that you can reject me?" He stares deeply at Caitlyn's crying face. "You'd better obey me, or else, I won't mind broadcasting how u look right now to the whole of Italy!"

I wondered if this was one of the tragedies Elsa had warned us about, if we were about to lose everything, just as they had. Lyra’s quiet, desperate voice broke through my thoughts. “I didn’t do it, Ronon, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears poured down her face. She looked utterly broken, her eyes red and swollen, her nose flushed. This was the first time I’d seen her cry like this, her whole body shaking with the weight of her pain and fear.

she struggled to talk as tears involuntary ran down her eyes. It was really her. She had a long green dress with long sleeves on, which was not her style. Apple was the leather jacket, boats girl. A farm sort of influenced style. I bite my lower lip. I couldn’t tear up not now. She walked toward the washing machine I was seated on. “I’m sorry,” my mouth blabbed between tears. The basket on her hand dropped as she hugged. More tears ran down her cheeks wetting my grey hoodie. “I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m sorry for being such a pig! I’m sorry for leaving you! It’s all my fault everything bad happened to you,”

I laughed some more as I wiped the loose tears. “I’m sorry.” I apologized, “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I’m just overwhelmed? I was so worried and scared. I actually thought you-” I broke down again. The tears just couldn’t stop pouring out and it was getting really frustrating. “I’m sorry again. I don’t want to cry but I can’t help it.” I tried to smile at Ronnie as tears continued to fall.

"Ronnie! Honey, where are you?" Suddenly, a strong voice rang out. I waved my arms frantically. "Otto, over here!" Everyone exchanged confused glances. "Why is Mr. Garrett here?" "Did he just call her 'Ronnie'? That's short for Veronica, isn't it? Could it really be…?" Otto stormed in, his composure shattering the second he saw Agnes unconscious. "Did anyone call an ambulance? What happened? How did this all happen?" Then his eyes fell on Agnes' swollen face—and mine. His voice trembled with pain, almost breaking. "Ronnie… tell me, who did this to you and Agnes?"