Sans Crying Novels & Stories

After Kenneth left, Sabrina wiped away her tears. She didn't like crying in front of other people. Getting angry, yes, but crying where someone could see? She had never done that in her entire life, but earlier she struggled to hold herself back. It was difficult for her to remain brave even though she wanted to just die.

Sabrina felt much better after ranting and said, "I'm sorry, I… I haven't been in a good mood lately. I can't really control myself. I'll hang up now!" She ended the call and placed the phone over the nightstand before looking up at her man with the urge of crying again. She had never been a crybaby, and she rarely even asked for attention, but for some unknown reason, she could not seem to control her tears for the past two days. In truth, Sabrina had received a call from Jane earlier that morning.

I was taken aback, and the smile on my lips disappeared. “Brother, you're aware of our rules and boundaries; you know that I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend, aren't you? But I disobeyed that chairperson's law for me.” I looked up as tears fell from my eyes. “I disobeyed not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to be free, to be happy without fear and to be out of trouble,” I explained. And I wiped my tears away and smiled at Erin, who was listening to what I had to say.

I snapped in between my cries, refusing to lift my face from in between my knees because I knew the sight wouldn't be pretty. I'm an ugly cry baby to make matters worse. I wish I was like those girls who cry and just have tears cascade down their face and they still look like they can take a model portrait and be put on the front page of Vogue magazine. Instead, I'm the kind whose lips swell up, my tears pour down my face, my eyes get swollen, snot comes out of my nose and I start choking for no reason. "What's wrong, Sarafina?" He asked me with his deep husky voice as I grit my teeth, irritated at the feeling of chills down my spine so I tried to shove him off me.

she whimpers. "There was no need to cry," Sana says in a blank tone. She tries to clean her tears and continues sobbing. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I don't know how I missed it. I'll not repeat this" "You'll not get several chances here," sana replies as sadness fills her voice. "I promise it won't happen again," she says. I feel a kind of weakness towards her broken voice, her swollen eyes and definitely her delicate behaviour. I find it annoying but still she's making me look at her carefully every time.

"In your dreams, I don't cry." Nostrils flaring and lips pursed, he sighed and began in a much more controlled voice. "Yes, you're going to do a lot of things that you have not done yet. And never, ever interrupt me again." He took a pause letting the threat sink in. "From second week onwards, no more crying. And by the third week, no more screaming or yelling even when you're in pain." "Unless you don't know, screaming in pain is a natural reaction. Nobody can control it," I shot back in retaliation.

I'm even more confused about why I am crying right now. I wasn't expecting Sierra to embrace me, but I felt my hands slowly embracing her back. "I want you to know that it's fine with me if you cry in front of me. Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is a means to express your emotions. It just means that you are strong enough to let go of your joy or despair in the form of tears."

Nana Jones had taken her glasses off to cry, but she wears them back on, pulls me away from Max and clasps me into a tight embrace. "Can't breath, can't breath." I gasp out, shivering really hard, but Nana Jones doesn't hear me. Fuck! "Don't hug her so tight, she might choke this way." Someone tells Nana Jones and she takes the hint and releases the tightness of the hug. Sarah is wiping her nose which is running, she has tear stains on both cheeks. Miranda looks like she has been crying, too. Sam's lips is in a grim line as he watches me quietly from a corner.

I exclaimed. "Are you sure?" I can hear him still sniffling from the other line. Aw God I made him cry. "I'm so Sorry. Yes I am sure. Wipe your tears Gideon. So sorry." I am tearing up. Gosh my hormones are fudge up. "Are you crying?" I can still hear him sniffling from the other line. "Yes." I can feel my snot coming out of my nose. Where is the tissue when you need it?

As if it were a dust particle in Sloan's vast complex life. The effort of suppressing louder sobs became intolerable as my chest heaved with every ragged breath. I tried to control myself by sniffing once more and using the back of my hand to wipe my nose. It was absurd. Ivy please stop crying in the hallway. However the tears continued to fall a never-ending stream of pain and rage. “There are very few people here who cry in the middle of a deserted hallway.” From right behind me, came a serene humorous voice. My eyes went wide my breath caught in my throat and my head snapped up.