Spinel Crying の小説・ストーリー

He cried out, not in pain, but in shock—the flesh of his forearm didn't bleed, it simply flattened, becoming a two-dimensional image of itself before stabilizing, numb and useless. We reached a portal on the spire. Lina, her face streaked with tears from the world’s pain, placed her hands on it. She didn't sing a song of freedom this time. She screamed. It was a scream of shared agony, of righteous fury. It was the death-cry of the planet, channeled through her and amplified by the Astropheles. The portal shattered. The spire’s rhythmic pulse faltered, stuttered, and then went dark.

his voice cracked suddenly, and instead of allowing his tears to fall freely, he used his forearm to wipe his eyes. "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying like a little bitch?" Bellamy rolled his eyes, while Emre emitted a sarcastic chuckle. Wolvin remained silent, observing the unfolding scene. "Guys, enough!" I had to intervene. Despite my own frustration with Caspian, his distress seemed too genuine for me to ignore. "No, I'm not fucking crying. I'm not a little bitch," Caspian disregarded everyone else, fixating on Bellamy's remark. He turned towards him with intense force, his gaze shooting daggers to express his displeasure at Bellamy's words.

Tears and tears had been overflowing down from the corners of Sumico’s eyes. “You’ve obviously known that I’m intensely allergic to the red orpiment. I can even die and lose my life just because of red orpiment. Why did you still put it into the food which I’m going to eat, Sumico Darling? Why do you do this to me?” Slight tears was also seen rolling down from the corners of Virando’s eyes. Disappointment, sadness and sorrow were mixed one after another underneath the quagmire of his mind, thought, feeling and perception.

“What in the seven hells! Without thinking, I tore the necklace off in one motion and flung it across the room. Layla’s presence stirred at the edge of my mind, restlessly. “What is happening?” I rasped, stumbling toward the mirror and slamming on the light. The light revealed a pattern on my chest, caused by the burning necklace, the unmistakable shape of a spider with clawed legs. “I hear voices.” Layla murmured, twisting, gnawing to be free of this infernal heat. Leaning closer to the mirror, I peered at my reflection. The burning necklace had left its mark.

The royalties were in shade, they have no reasons to run for safety. The burning fires have been lit out by the rain, "No………!!!" The Betta's daughter screamed in anger as she stormed towards me, neglecting the rain, the thunder clashes, and the strikes of lightning. She stood before me, with her angry gaze boring a hole in my soul. People were confused about the happenings as things like this has never happened before, She raised her right hand to the sky this time, her eyes has turned to red as her body shook in terror

I step into his space until I can smell the citrus soap he uses and the sharp tang of solder smoke. "I love you, Spadino," I say. I don't whisper it. I say it clearly. I say it with the weight of a verdict. Spadino freezes. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. His gold eyes widen, filling with sudden, shocking moisture. Then, he crumbles. He doesn't weep silently like a tragic hero. He bursts into tears. Ugly, heaving, messy tears that rack his thin frame. He covers his face with his hands, making a choked, sobbing sound that echoes in the small room.

~Celina~ I snapped my head up hearing someone clear their throat and saw Fiona standing there with an awkward grin on her face. I flushed, turning my face and wiping the tears away. Damn traitor hormones. “It’s okay, babe. I wouldn’t ever judge you. You can cry all you want if that makes you feel better,” Fiona said gently, patting my back, and my tears fell harder, my lips wobbling as I tried to speak. “I swear I am not a crybaby. I am just… I don’t even know why these stupid tears aren’t stopping!”

In her annoyance, she reprimanded him once more. Spike took a few slow, deep breaths as he fought the need to laugh out loud and did his best to bring his excitement level down. “I’m sorry, I really am, but before we go any further, could you please tell me what’s making you cry?” She gave off the impression of a woman who was about to cry again after she recalled that, prior to our meeting, she had been immersed in her depressing thoughts and was crying. She looked like the same woman. She ducked her head so that she wouldn’t have to look at me full-on.

SHAMSHIEL Cain slumped over, his body falling forward, arm outstretched to where Verity’s body lay. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to be a nightmare, but I knew that wasn’t the case. Angelic tears leaked around my lashes as I forced my eyes open. Cain’s eyes were closed, his mouth pressed into a thin line, the rise and fall of his chest steady. For a fleeting moment I was jealous of him, that he was missing some of this hell on Earth. A scream simmered in my chest, bubbling up and up before forcing its way out of my mouth unbidden. Throwing my head back it burst forth, a scream like none I had ever heard before. It thundered across the barren battlefield and those remaining froze in pla

“Check the room where she’s doing the spell. She jut ran past me down the stairs.” He turns, rushing to find her. He follows her scent, ignoring the looks that the pack members are giving him. When we get to the spell room, as Leana called it, I can smell the sharp scent of the spell. Underneath that though, we can smell the salt of tears. He walks forward and I can hear her crying. Einar growls at me in our head for making her cry. He scratches at the door. We hear her sharp intake of breath and then quiet before a soft sniffle.