Steve Harvey Crying Meme Novels & Stories

“Don't try to remember that night, we can start all over again. Like just now, haven't you always been gentle with me?" “Feeling the soft warmth in Quinn's body… ha… just thinking about it…” Harvey laughed happily, his expression was extremely perverted and distorted, the Harvey right now was completely not the Harvey she knew, he was a crazy person, mentally beyond cure. He continued to utter his lewd words:

I covered my mouth, concealing my sobs from exploding while running back to the cottage where Steve was. I didn't look back from the party. I could still recall how they clenched and laughed their ass off while pointing at me. My heart was shattered into pieces, and everything fell apart when Harry was laughing with them, pretending that he didn't know me. I moved my jaw, gritting it tightly while my vision was blurry from the tears.

The next day, Harvey was sitting in his office when a phone call prompted him to burst into a fit of laughter. He was cackling so hard that his tears nearly came out. There were also a few of his peers from the Sue family around. They watched in confusion as Harvey laughed for no apparent reason. "What happened, Harvey? What’s so funny?" "Don't just laugh by yourself. Tell us too." "Yvonne didn’t get cold feet, did she?" Harvey clutched his stomach. "Oh man, my stomach is hurting from all that laughter. Yvonne really is a fool."

As serious as the sun is shining. I can hear Steve drop the phone and scream at the height of his voice. With one explosive sob, I burst out crying, and I cry until I cannot stop. I can hear Steve mumble and stutter as my joy and relief brings tears to his very own eyes. I don't know when last I have been so happy and that he has been so happy too. Then after what seems to be ten minutes of crying, my voice turns into laughter. And so it keeps going between crying and laughing for nearly the next twenty minutes still. "Oh, Xavien, I am so happy for you two. But do I even dare to ask what is wrong?"

Meanwhile, Harvey stepped inside and held himself back from coming too close. "Do you really have to turn things ugly?" The impatience in my voice echoed words he had once said to me when he was mad. Harvey, who had always excelled at reading people's faces, now seemed unable to discern that annoyance in my voice. He hung his head and stayed silent without saying anything in response. Then, with a sudden resolve, he dropped to his knees. With tears streaking his face, he began pleading with raw emotions, "Honey, we used to be happy, right?"

His hands still on my hips. After a few minutes, I feel something warm running down my neck. Tears. Harvey is crying silently. I don’t move. I don’t say anything. I just slowly run my hand up and down his back, up to his nape, and let him cry against my skin. I pretend I don’t notice. I pretend I don’t feel the hot tears soaking into my collarbone. Because I know he didn’t want me to see. And because, for the first time since I’ve known him, Harvey is completely vulnerable. No masks. No control. No plans.

“Hahaha—” Stephen suddenly laughed in anger. After a few laughs, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard. Smack! Once. Smack! Twice. Tears swirled in his eyes, but he did not seem to feel the pain at all. Adam and his assistant grabbed his hands, shouting, “Calm down!” Stephen’s laughter disappeared. He began to cry softly. Then, the crying grew louder until he was sobbing uncontrollably like a child.

After all, real men never cried. At this moment, an epiphany hit him. The truth was, it had been a long time since he cried, not because he had grown up, but because there had been nothing that saddened him as much as losing Luna anymore. Not even losing his memories impacted him as much as the thought of losing Bonnie. At the thought of this, Jim sighed and replied, "Harvey, crying isn't a sign of weakness." "I know," Harvey chirruped as he hugged his father. "The reason you cried is that you fell in love with Mommy, and you don't want to lose her. To be honest, I don't want to lose her, either…"

I confessed truthfully as I struggled a little to find the right words. Harvey stared at me before his brows drew into a frown while I waited impatiently for his response. Instead of instantly replying to me, Harvey’s expression quickly changed, and he began laughing as if he had heard something quite crazy. I made a weird face at his unexpected reaction. I was trying to be serious about everything, but it seemed like Harvey found something about that very entertaining. “I don’t see what’s so funny…” I muttered. “Of course, it’s funny. Who do you think you are?” Harvey asked as he tried desperately to control his laughter.

Harvey grabbed his hair again, slapping his cock against Rory’s cheek, the wet smack echoing, followed by two more slaps from his hand, one to each side of Rory’s face, leaving hand prints that burned. Now, Rory was in a full-blown crying mess. Tears and snot trailed down his face. But Harvey got hard from his misery. Biting his lips, he thought to himself, ‘If I had known he would look this good and pathetic in tears, I would have smacked him around since.’ “Harvey, please. Please, I am sorry. Please. I won’t do it again. Please.” Rory pleaded. His body was bruised and in pain. This was the most pain he had ever faced. Not even Nicholas’s rejected feelings could amount to this.