Sonic Exe Crying Novels & Stories

Cosmo gasped “m-my f-friends! My FAMILY!” He scooped up the slopping guts around him and let them splatter to the ground from between his fingers. He threw his head back and wailed. The heartbreaking misery echoed off the blood-soaked walls above him. The bodies hanging over the levels only stared at us, their liquified eyeballs crying onto the dead below. “I d-don’t want t-to live” Cosmo whined, before clutching at his ears “their screams won’t stop! Make them stop, please!”

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

as his ringtone, volume maxed out. "Hello." "Hello." "Hello." Every time it played, Wesley wiped his face. Under the convenience store lights, his eyes were red. A little kid pointed at him. "Mom, that mister is crying."

“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?”

The world was pixelating at the edges. The sound wasn't a roar; it was a sustained high-frequency scream that felt like a Blue Screen of Death for the human soul. Golden energy, raw and uncompressed, was geysering out of the shattered manifold, turning the air into a shimmering, lethal soup of ionized magic. [CORE_STABILITY: 12%] [THERMAL_RUNAWAY_DETECTED] "Xander! Get up!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the hum.

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

the voice giggled furiously. Emily rolls her eyes. She walks up to the bathroom sink, splashing her face with water. She figures if she ignores it, it'll go away sooner or later. Oh, how wrong she was "Emily" the voice calls out in a melodious tone "come on, say something. I'm getting awfully bored waiting for a reply" "Emily" it sings out again. The sound bounced off the walls, creating a long echo across the mansion Emily hugs her knees to her chest, perched down on the living room floor. Rocking back and forth, as tears rush down her cheeks "please," she whispers "leave me alone"

“Aaahhh!” Half of Axton's soul seemed to be lost as the scream sounded. The scream that sounded so heart-wrenching. Coupled with the cry of the son who also suddenly shrill. It was as if he also felt the pain of his mother. Axton couldn't hold back the tears that just came out.

"Don't kill me please" a voice pleads in the dark panting heavily. "Hahaha, today marks your end in this world" a great cold voice thundered and lightning flashed. "Please, please, don't... Noo" the first voice screamed and jerked open his eyes realizing it was all a dream. He kept breathing heavily as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He was still sobbing when ominous music started playing in the background making him shiver. He closed his eyes and bent his face in between his knees as sobs racked his throat.

Giving me ‘near-death’ experiences was something he enjoyed, after all. At his response, Sophia’s eyes were covered with tears, and she began to cry quietly. She wasn’t making any noise, just crying silently like an adult. "Spohia," Roberto called, watching her. Seeing her cry made him feel unhappy—something uncomfortable. He reached for her small hand, lifted her gently, and placed her in his arms. "Spohia, why are you crying?" The other five children looked at their sister, and in an instant, they all began to cry too.