Shoto Crying Novels & Stories

He could remember confronting Ryu in his house and Ryu looked at him the same way as he uttered those words; "I don't love you and I never will" "Fuck" Aito cried. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you, Ryu!" Haruto smirked. This was exactly what he wanted. He bent low and gathered the weeping Akto into his arms. The poor boy was shaking uncontrollably as he cried. Haruto tried his best to soothe his pain but nothing worked.

“What have I done?” Are those tears running down his face…? Aronohai Miyamura is crying? What in the world…? “W-What is wrong with you?…”.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

Making her fall on her knees with the tears streaming down her eyes. A scream escapes through her lips as Ri-chan and another guy run towards the crying girl with a worried look over their face. “Koishi-Kun!!” hugging Ri-chan as she cried into her arms

"Then we'll all spoil you so don't cry anymore. Everyone laughs at me, she's so wet." "I'm not crying." Clause Chen embarrassedly buried his face in his second brother. Oh! Why is everyone looking at it like that, it's embarrassing. "Will you stop pointing? I'll beat you to death now." " Kito Yun must not be rude." "..." "Sorry, quick!"

With his big green-eyes staring deeply into Krist’s grey-blue ones, he asked this question. At last, all of the tears Krist was holding for a long time now came right out at this point. This could be the first time in a long time that Krist has ever let himself cry, especially in the presence of others surrounding him. Singto couldn’t help it any longer, so he stood on his tip toes and wrapped his arms tightly around Krist’s neck. Shortly as he did this, Krist wrapped his shaky arms around Singto’s waist as he rested his face onto Singto’s small shoulders. “For a second… fo-fo-for a second… he… remembered me.”

She never stopped asking me how am I feeling and I keep saying I'm okay, my body is but not my heart. Everyone's quiet. No one intended to talk. The pain keeps on lingering inside me and my tears seems too shallow to fall in just a matter of seconds. I wiped it eventually but another batch replaced it. I sighed heavily. "You can cry..." Yukenzo said and wiped it for me. I nodded and those tears seemed to hear it because right fucking then, they fell continuously.

#Dorothy’s POV# There’s nothing left to cry, but somehow I’m still crying. My face is puffy. My lips are cracked. My chest feels caved out. My arms, limp. My legs, weak. But the tears just won’t stop. They fall in this slow, silent, constant way that makes it feel like I’m leaking from the inside out. I don’t even know what I’m crying about anymore. The babies? Rico? Joel?

I cry allowing the emotions of pain to just flow through me like a broken tap, I think if I knew why all of this happened and what happened to Shane it would be easier to comprehend, but because there is so many unknowns, I’m felt puzzled. “That was not the fucking plan.” I would have heard Vito mutter if I wasn’t in floods of tears before he joins me on the bed pulling me into him, his arms acting as though some protective barrier. “What if it never leaves me Vito?! What if every time I close my eyes, I see Shane looking at me with such terror in his as he lay there?!” I cry against his chest while he shakes his head pulling me up to look at his face, my eyes going to his each time.

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.