Stimpy Crying Novels & Stories

He wiped her tears, "Then why are you crying this much? It makes me worried." "I'm happy, Xander. I'm so happy that I can't smile or laugh. I can only cry." Xander, even keyed up, giggled at how adorable his wife is. "Ok, then cry it out. I'm here for you," he gave permission to as if his permission is needed. Gabbie flowed down her tears on his shoulder and now it's wet. Gabbie looked up to him after a while. "Are you better now?" Xander asked still edgy for her wife's emotional health. Gabbie nodded to that inquiry and so Xander relaxed himself a bit, too. He accompanied her towards her family which she left earlier to run over him.

All she could do was cry. “Silly girl, what are you crying for?” he asked while wiping her tears away with his thumb. “Are you an idiot?” Crystal shouted. “Who would stab themselves to make a point. That was so stupid of you, and now you won’t even let me get a doctor!”

“I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m sorry—” “Hey, hey, none of that.” Marcus’s hand stroked my hair, slow and soothing. “It’s okay. I understand. It’s normal, baby doll. Your body is just so overstimulated and emotional right now. All those different sensations—everything we just did to you, the way we filled you up, the intensity of it—it doesn’t know what to do with all of it. So it’s letting it out this way. Crying is how it’s adjusting. It’s fine. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

I heard Stormi grunt like a castrated pig before his eyes narrowed. "What is it?" I asked him immediately. "Oh nothing…but the intense urge to punch my big brother's face" I turned sharply to look at his face. "No! Ari wasn't the reason I was crying. I don't care that he was kissing what's her face in the pack gym" I watched Stormi's contenance. His nose wrinkled and his eyes dimmed just a little bit like he was confused. "Why would you cry because you found my brother sucking some random girl's face?" He asked him.

The pain that bastard gave her. Theodore kicked at his manhood again and grinned his shoes tightly against it, recalling how he had been doing the same with Alaric’s face. ‘Why the hell are you crying? Watch the show. Our mate is kicking him.’ Destiny scolded her human, who was crying non-stop, feeling overwhelmed with what her mate was doing for her even though he wasn’t fond of her. She was crying because she was feeling happy, the way Theodore was comforting her and kicking Kane’s ass at the same time.

“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?”

" Yes! You disgust me! you know, I at once thought you are perfect because you are handsome and all but today, you just proved to me how lowly and foolish you can be. . You are such a scumbag, you irritate me!" Clarita shouted as her tear fell from her eyes. she wiped the tears with the back of her hand and smiled " This is the last tear i will ever shed for you, Nelson. because you do not deserve it. " She said and walked off while her two friends followed her, leaving Nelson standing beside the steps as he looked at a retreating back with a frown on his face...

“So, choose.” They obviously did not believe me because they both scoffed. Their fear perfumed around them, cluing us into what we already knew – they were pretending to be tough shit but were failing miserably. I muted them so that the babes would not be scared. They were trying to speak, but nothing came out. I just smirked at them, very pleased with this thus far. I threw some Cryoplasm at them. We watched as their bodies started to shake and tears fell from their eyes, but their screams were nonexistent thankfully because I hated hearing banshees in heat.

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She spits out between sobs. I am trying to get my frustration under control, but these two are making me crazy this morning. James is in full teenager attitude and Lyra is a sobbing mess over clothes. Pinching the bridge of my nose and taking several deep breathes, I step away from the bed. Lyra is crawling back towards James, dripping tears along the sheets as she goes. James holds his arms open, and she climbs into them and sticks her tongue out at me again.