Stimpy Crying Novels & Stories

Amy wiped my photo across my face to dry the tears on my cheek. "If you behave and stay quiet, we won't make you suffer." Chris picked up one of my action figures. "No! Not that! Please, I’m begging you." I shook my head, still crying. "You’d better shut up, or I’ll break everything like this." Chris snapped the head off the action figure he was holding, and I cried even louder. "Not the head! Please, stop it. Please." "Then shut your mouth!"

Wiping away my tears with the back of my hands, I blinked twice and saw Liam standing as hard as a rock in front of me. "I need to talk to them." I cried and more tears were threatening to roll down my cheeks, "Please, Liam. I need to talk to them!" I shook my head vigorously and suddenly the image of me being pregnant at the age of eighteen came flashing before my eyes. For nearly five minutes, I cried and cried. And when Liam thought I was almost finished and he opened his mouth to say something, I surprised him by crying some more. It went like that in cycle and eventually, my body was the one forcing me to stop due to dehydration. My sobbing was a mixture between hoarse crying and dry co

damn, I'm gonna cry "I don't know how my supposed called mate had the guts to fucking treat me like that,you even hit me,treyson, that is so fucking unbelievable,it's coming from you and it hurts so fucking much"I began to cry,my head began to ache,it echos,same thing again,it hurts "I'm sorry"he apologized "Your apology doesn't fixed my lost powers! And if you think being some stupid hybrid fix me,that's a fucking lie"I said crying as I walked outside, sitting on floor, crying my pains all out.my head and heart fucking hurts so much,even I can't explain

Stacey was crying her eyeballs out like I was dying. "It's just a minor complication, I can deal with it, don't worry Stacey. And stop crying, you'll make me want to cry too", I said to Stacey who was crying and squeezing my hand. "You won't understand, but I will stop crying for your sake", she assured and we hugged each other tightly.

I mean anyone could tell I wasn't in a good mood if they observed me well but to tell that I had been crying, that was next-level sorcery. I flashed him my best fake smile, "I'm fine, it's been a rough few days." Jeremy's brows were still furrowed and he was watching me intently, making me uncomfortable. I smacked his arm, playfully, "I'm eight months pregnant and highly hormonal, when am I not crying? Every little thing makes me cry. I saw a lizard on the TV, trying to climb the wall yesterday and it fell, guess what I did next, I cried." I laughed, " I'm so silly."

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.

Tyler wiped my tears saying, "Crybaby. How long did you cry to make your eyes red like that?" I couldn't respond. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm glad" he mumbled, closing them again. "Don't cry. I like when you cry for me but it hurts too much." "Tyler," my voice cracked again. I tried wiping my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. "Tyler, I have something to say… but please listen carefully..." I took a deep breath trying to keep the tears from flowing freely again. I swallowed hard and forced myself to continue. "Tyler..." My lips trembled with every word. I knew if I didn't finish it, I never would. I took a shuddering breath before speaking again.

I rushed out of the office, I jumped on my bed curled like a ball crying after seeing my purple butt. I can't stop crying, I feel very small, I feel like I'm alone. It's just my luck. When I was in the Blackstone, I didn't get hit that much or that badly... I'm just 16 years old. Why do I take that much cruelty... I'm now sobbing loudly I didn't notice I was so loud to the point that I couldn't hear the door when it opened and shut " Hey, douchebag. I can't focus because of your crying." He said coldly

JUSTIN'S POV: I was patting her back. I don't know if I was doing it right or not, but I really wanted to do that for her. After a long time, I felt someone else's pain cause I was stuck in my own world of pain since years. But today, I wanted to be there for her but I don't know if I can do it for her cause I... I'm broken myself. After sometimes, she finally stopped crying but she was getting hiccups after crying so much. I made her sit in the car and gave her water bottle. She took some sips and started taking long deep breaths.

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .