Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

A blood-curdling scream escapes me as Jonny runs forward to finish untying me, and I collapse into his arms and let my floodgates loose. “Oh my God, Spin”, I wail as I drop out of Jonny’s arms and onto Spin’s chest. I want to be angry with him, I want to be relieved, but the only thing I can be is heartbroken over how he will be absent from the rest of my and Stephany’s lives! For that, I cry!

Her body shook with her pain, and all I could do was comfort her by running my palms over her back and patting it softly. I felt so helpless! Then, she howled - a belly-aching howl - that scared my son, who bawled out in shock. Their cries echoed around us. They cry alternately. And from a distance, we hear howls of pain. Red Stone is mourning the loss of their Alpha. They were crying with their Luna. They are sharing in our family’s grief. Cirala was silenced in surprise by the alternating sounds. In time, the howling stopped, and Mother’s cries receded.

and ran off. “Cry-baby!” Walking into the corridor, Vincent heard Sphesihle. He also saw her get herself up and fix her bag on herself. He then heard her sigh, “Kids!” *What happened? What kid could have gotten her this mad? She rarely ever gets mad. *

Crystal said spinning her wine . He chuckles and leans on his chin " well I'm was never a good boy from the beginning" " I can see that " she said grinning " Awn man this shrimp is hard to peel " . Rylan chuckles at her cute expression. " let me help you " he mutters peeling the shrimp for her . Crystal smiles sucking her checks in to prevent herself from blushing at his handsome figure . " You're looking at me like that again" he said teasingly " Uh like what "

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face while his small fingers clawed desperately at Levi’s arms. “Mommy!” he sobbed brokenly, making me shatter completely. “Oh God,” I cried helplessly as I grabbed his face with trembling hands. “I’m here, baby. Mommy’s here.” Another violent crack filled the room and I nearly threw up. Because it was not just painful to hear. I could actually see it happening. His body kept trying to change and failing midway through the process. His fingers twitched unnaturally before snapping back. His spine kept arching violently. His muscles spasmed beneath his skin like something inside him was desperately trying to break free.

Theirs. Velan—small, maybe five or six—screaming at the roots of a crumbling temple, his voice raw, tears streaking his cheeks, singing glyph-songs to no one. Mira—on her knees, blade broken, blood on her hands that wouldn’t wash off, crying into the chest of a dying friend. Elen—standing outside the Archive, back turned, palms bleeding from glyph-burn, jaw clenched to keep from sobbing. Kael—alone in a dark cave, sharpening a blade for a battle he didn’t believe he’d survive.

it seemed that she was trying to hold back her tears. "Cry, it's okay. you can cry as you please here," Jeno said as an adult, he rose from his seat and walked up to hanin who ducked in and just shut up. "It's okay, Hanin. cry." Jeno said while wiping Hanin's back, calming the girl down. shortly afterwards, hanin's sobbing voice is heard, the girl makes a small crying sound, but Jeno can feel the sadness Hanin feels. untreated longing, is the most hurtful wound.

“El? Elna?” She sniffs. I straighten up. She’s crying. I put the phone off speaker mode. My wife is crying. El is crying. Why is El crying?

“Spencer, just listen to me, please–” Spencer doesn’t even seem to hear me. He seems completely, utterly blinded by rage, an all-encompassing force that has warped him beyond recognition. “Please,” I say quietly. “Listen to me.” But Spencer is too busy fighting Prince Colin to pay me any notice. I breathe out a slow breath, squeezing my hands into fists and closing my eyes shut tight in a desperate attempt to stop myself from bursting into tears. I walk over to Gamma Everly and Sylvia and stand beside them in stunned silence.