Smg4 Crying Novels & Stories

MADDIE'S P.O.V "Your okay now love, please don't cry" Fours soothing voice mumbled in my ear as I buried my face in his chest his thumb reaching and wiping away the tears that hasn't stopped flowing down my face. I couldn't stop shaking even when Four handed me his hoodie I was still shaking, not from being cold but from the events that only took place moments ago. I was almost raped, Dylan killed a man and I was now back with Four someone who I'd never thought I'd see again.

She cried frantically, her whole body shaking as tears fell down her cheeks. Maggie's heart tightened. Laura had always been upset, but never to this extent. Her sobs were more than just frustration; they were a sign of something deeper. The agony was excruciating. Actual, stomach-churning pain. Maggie could not just observe without any action. She hurried over to Laura without thinking, reaching out and gently taking her arms. "Laura, talk to me. What's happening? What's making you cry like this?” Maggie's voice was filled with worry as she looked into Laura's teary eyes, anticipating a response.

"We’re not going to let you pretend like you’re okay when you're not. You can cry here. No one else is here except for us.” I let out a shaky breath, and the dam I had been holding back all night finally broke. The tears came, hot and fast, and I couldn't stop them. I sank onto the nearby stool, my head in my hands. The grief was a physical weight, crushing my chest. I missed them all so much, I wished I had a little more time with them before Magnus took them from me.

She then felt her throat closing up as she tried to sniff back her cry, but she ended up choking on her sob as her face became red and scrunched up, and within less than two seconds, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. “It hurts so bad, grandi.” Carmen stuttered while sniffing and rubbing her tears and snort. “That's it, kiddo. Let it all out. Grieving is the first step to healing because crying is not a sign of weakness. So cry it out and then refocus on where you are heading next.” Mr. Wilson said.

hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm. Crying my heart out, I just cant do anything right now, I want to go home...hmmmmm I dont want here anymore...hmmmm everytime things keeps getting worst, Amber always there for me...she love me...she makes me feel that, I am the one she loves...now why? hmmmm...why do I need to go back to this pain again...I just escaped...hmmmm I just escaped this...hmmm why? why do I need to be like this...hmmmm sob*sob* hmmmm... While sitting and crying, suddenly someone knock the door.

“MMPH, ohhh, MMPH—” Connor’s tongue circles my clit. Still gentle. Not the sharp, intense stimulation from before, just soft, wet warmth on my swollen, throbbing bud. The tenderness after the brutality makes my eyes sting. He licks me slowly, patiently, while Craig pumps into my throat with controlled strokes. “She’s crying,” Connor observes against my pussy. “Happy tears or sad tears, princess?” “Happy,” I sob around Craig’s cock. The word is muffled but clear enough. Craig pulls from my mouth. His hand cups my face, gentle, the roughness gone for a moment, and tilts it up to look at him.

“Don't force yourself to smile for me, Chika. Not when your soul is bleeding.” The fragile mask shattered instantly. My fake smile stiffened, crumbling into pure, unadulterated agony. I wrapped my arms tightly around my midsection and collapsed to my knees, my chest heaving violently. My mouth opened in a silent, gut-wrenching scream of grief, no sound escaping my throat—only a relentless torrent of burning tears testifying to my deep despair.

I cry feeling a huge lump in my throat come up . " Listen.."He sighs ,"it's not what you think it is ," his voice sounds pained and I almost start to believe him but the pain keeps overwhelms me. "Who is it ?"I ask feeling anger rise up in my chest . "What ? "He looks at me incredulously. "Who is it ?" I ask again with a deep frown . "You don't have to....," "Oh my god Bloom thank God you are allowed to leave the hospital ," Megan bursts through the doors with a singsong voice . Then she pauses immediately looking at the both of us. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife .

She falls to her knees, her sobs echoing in the desolate chamber. Meagia crying out with her head shoved into her knees as she blabbers. “They all used me! Every single one of them!” Her voice reverberates in the confined space, a heart-wrenching cry of anguish. Meagia's mind races through the painful memories of her past.

Placing her hand on her belly, feeling the slight bump beneath her trembling fingers, she broke down, her sobs echoing in the confined space. “I promised you today was going to be a very special day because I was going to introduce you to someone very special. I couldn’t even keep my promise. I’m so sorry.” Samantha's voice cracked, her words barely audible between her uncontrollable sobs. The weight of her rejection pressed down on her, each tear a testament to her heartache. Samantha had never felt this lonely in her entire existence. She cried and cried until she could cry no more, her tears soaking the front of her blouse, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her skin.