Simba Cries Novels & Stories

There were some things that the beast couldn’t even fight if he wanted to. Samiya grasped onto a handful of air before tugging at the ends of her hair, and the sight alone tortured me even more than the stinging feeling of silver against my flesh. The tears I knew that she had been trying to hide for so long now fell freely down her cheeks.

"What? Should I call you simba instead? Simba is too cute than you are so it's a no." "Wow! So if I am Simba, who are you? Nala?" Owen flinched for those words. Nala is Simba's mate in the lion King the movie. "Whatever.." To hide his blushing face, Owen nuzzled his head to Leon's stomach. Leon let out a silent sad sigh at the same time and thinking. "Leon," Owen called his name after a while. "Yes?" "Why did you kiss me this morning?"

He was so embarrassed, he wanted the ground to just swallow him up. Then, he heard Kalyx's laugh. Sidhiel removed his hands and looked at Kalyx. "What's funny about that?" He asked irritatingly. "You mean, that's the only reason? Nothing else?" Kalyx was smiling widely. He shook his head in response. Kalyx laughed again, then he became serious. "Come here." He pat the space beside him. "Come here, lovely." He obliged. Kalyx lifted his face by placing his thumb and index finger under his chin. He was met by a very concern brown orbs. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

Sophia sobbed as she vomited blood. “I only realized I still have a family; envy and greed must have devoured me, but dad, I’m proud to be a Knight,” Sophia smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m still glad you became my father, and I-I love you, dad,” she said. Vernon nodded and clenched his fist. Because she couldn’t see anything, Sophia looked for Vernon. “D-dad… I-I can’t see anything… P-please, h-hold my hand…” Vernon came to a halt and took Sophia’s hand. “I’m here…” Vernon bowed and turned away because losing a child hurts him as a father.

And the tear rolled down her cheek. “Don’t cry!! It’s okay, you don’t have to cry,” Simba knitted his eyebrows and ran over to her side, trying to make her stop crying but Eryna was already crying out rivers. He cupped her weak face in his palms and stared into her eyes. “Hey! It’s okay, You don’t have to cry okay,” Simba spoke in a soft yet firm convincing voice. “Sniff… hmm…” Eryna nodded, and her eye lids began to feel heavy, she took a deep breath before losing all her strength, the sketch book in her hand slipped down the blanket and onto the floor, and her body on Simba’s embrace,

"To hell and you will have to get used to this hell." Rex warned her. Poor innocent Julie did not know the reason for the anger of the angry man standing in front of her. She started crying again. Seeing her crying like this, Rex got even more angry with her. And he said while grinding his teeth in anger, "Don't try to console me by pretending to cry in front of me. This effort will backfire on you. I like this room to be clean. It has reached this state because of you. So you will have to clean it, understand."

She saw Xander crying. "Oh, my love, I'm so so sorry," Gabbie uttered and hugged him in a flash. She can't stand seeing Xander this hurt. "I'm sorry for what happened to your mother," she continued. Everyone in the house is believing that that is the sole reason why the man is losing it again. But Xander knew about that already when he stumbled upon the restored file. He already had his breakdown that day. But now, it was his sickness that makes him sick. It was Gabbie's safety that makes him wrack his brain.

I didn't want her to get upset with me. As I walked away I kept thinking if I was ever going to run into Prince if so I would love to apologize to him for all the nasty things that I have done. I know he told me that he never really wanted to see me, but I have to tell him how sorry I really am. I don't want to screw up anymore. I don't want my father knowing that I have mistreated Luna. I want to try and prove myself by being Sabrina's friend that I want to stay in this pack and make it my own.

He ran his hand through his hair before taking a look in the mirror. Simon clenched his fist angrily. That boy is such a brat who was there to mess up his whole life. There's no need to get pitiful. Simon bowed his head and washed his face with cold water. He did all his necessities and found himself calming down a few minutes later. Sniff. Sniff Simon, who was washing his hands, paused when he heard the familiar sobbing sound. His amber eyes turned cold, and his expression changed immediately. That damn brat! Does he have any other tricks? Crying to trick Simon repeatedly. That's what the brat knew how to do best. However, he's in for a big joke if he thinks Simon will fall for it.

Soon, hotter tears flowed down her cheeks. Carl immediately noticed the little witch was crying. He tilted his head in confusion, not understanding why she was crying. He grabbed her face, feeling the wetness. He licked his thumb, tasting salt. Strangely, he wanted more. Carl leaned under Sibyl’s eyes, kissing her tears away like a chick pecking grain. Sibyl was stunned, sitting up to see Carl’s blurry face, forgetting to keep crying. “What are you doing?!” she asked in shame and anger.