Sans Crying Novels & Stories

Lifting my chin, I try to keep my voice steady to sound brave, to keep the tears at bay. I won’t give the crowd the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Or to have them think that Tate broke me. “Come on Cami, we are getting the hell out of here.” And never coming back.

It seemed as a satisfactory answer to him and he leaned back a bit contented, "You even saw two men get murdered in front of you. Hell, you were even covered in one of the men's blood. If you ask me Angel, you should be in tears at least." Tears. No. No. No. I will not be in tears. I promised myself I wouldn't, no matter what. I'm a strong girl. Strong girls don't cry. My mother used to cry, she was weak. I refused to. I hated how Sinister had to bring this up and the look in his eyes demanded answer. Turning away from his stares, I swallowed a painful lump at my throat and stated as fluently as I could yet, hurt seemed to choke me in silence, "Crying is not an option, Mr. Savaltore. I'd rat

“But you need to cry, Ella. You need to deal with the attack.” “But I don’t want to.” I moan, feeling very immature now. “It’s okay, I’m going to help you.” Sinclair promises, stroking my spine. “And afterwards I promise I’ll make you feel good.” “No, please… I don’t want to cry.” I confess, my voice very small now. “Why not?” Sinclair asks. “What’s so terrible about crying?”

Mу tears аrе thе ѕnоttу type of сrуіng that lеаvеѕ уоur face red аnd уоur еуеѕ swollen. Sо much fоr сrуіng those lady-like, gеntlе tеаrѕ. I’vе nеvеr been grасеful іn mу grief. Anger аnd snot; thаt’ѕ mу ѕtуlе nоnе of those dеlісаtе еxрrеѕѕіоnѕ оf аnguіѕh. I juѕt соllарѕе аnd I саn’t ѕtор іt frоm hарреnіng аgаіn nоw. “Carrie, it’s оk. Juѕt hold оn, I’ll be there soon.”

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

Ho-Jim nodded as he understood the condition of Syanja. Syanja was sobbing badly. Her breath hitched because of sobs. Someone sat next to her, causing her to glance at him. “So, a strong girl like you is crying?” Jung-Hoon’s eyes meet with her teary one. She immediately maintained distance while moving away. “G-go away.” She said in sobs. Jung-Hoon’s heartache seeing her crying massively. “I-I don’t like them w-who don’t know h-how to control anger.” She sobbed harder. “Hey, Hey relax.” He pulled her into a warm hug, but she didn’t try to move him away. Syanja was already tired. She let him do what he wanted. “I am sorry, okay? I am a bad bunny.” Syanja chuckled, causing his eyes wide open.

Even my voice was getting shaky. These are just telltale signs that I was close to bursting into tears but I won't let myself cry. Crying only means there is something wrong. I won't cry. Everything is fine. The accident is nothing big. Just a little scratch. You won't cry, Alexia. Not even a single drop of tears will come out of those eyes of yours. "Why are you going to the hospital? Is something wrong with you? Are you feeling pain? Where..."

Scott had the costume designers fix that for us once we found out what we were wearing. “What if they find out I can’t sing and they call me a scam?” Cathy says to no one in particular. She stops abruptly and bursts into tears. “Oh my God. Cal, I really forgot my lyrics. How do I start? I can’t do this.” Coming up from behind, I try to hug her as best as I can with Mace between us. I spin her in my arms and wipe the tears staining her cheeks. Mace notices his Mama and his fingertips brush her nose. Cathy sniffs and swipes her forearm across her nose. She never wants our son to see her cry.

" I am drinking because of people like you. Love ? It's just a useless thing. Why do I need to love someone if in the end they will hurt me badly? It's just the same routine over and over again. You can be happy at first but sad in the end" I bow my hear and let my tears drip. I sob uncontrollably and I don't care if people are looking at me and judging me without knowing why I'm sobbing and drinking. "I'm sorry for hurting you but I swear , I truly love you" "Bullsh*t that sorry Greg ! You can't just hurt someone thinking that ' sorry' would be enough . Well, at least you said sorry while him didn't. He just leave us without any explanation or goodbye". "Who is he Grace?.