Story Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Dad would surely accept me, if I tell him that I was ready to ascend his business. But, I would haven't been able to face myself, to be proud myself.I could never be happy. I could feel the warm and salty tears, which were touching my lips. There are only few times that a guy cries. When his loved ones leave him and when he is broken inside with no thought of getting back upright. I was crying because my dreams were all shattered. "Why are you crying? You look pathetic,"I heard a strong and gorgeous voice from the side. That voice wasn't beautiful but it was captivating and so influential.

Instead, I should start to explain while I can still produce some tears. Hence, I start to tell the story, “Oh no, it wasn’t you, it’s just… I used to have a boyfriend. When we were living together back then, he used the bathroom so frequently that he made it all stunk up by the smell of his pee, always! And now, after he’s gone, I miss that smell so much!” I pull a handkerchief out from my pocket and gently wipe my tears. I continue to sob, “I’m sorry, I just missed him so much! I just wanted to smell some man-pee whenever I think of him…”

A lone drop of tears rolled down her eyes, and even though I had yet to hear the rest of her story, my eyes became misty as I suddenly felt so much pity for her. She continued telling me her story and that as she had earlier warned, it was indeed a long story. By the time she was done telling her story, I had tears rolling down my eyes and I couldn't believe the unimaginable lengths Blake's father had gone to make his money and keep mother and son apart.

’ I had not even known tears were gathering in my eyes. “You are even making me cry,” I choked out. “How can I like such a man? In case you do not know, no woman likes a man who makes her cry.” I furiously wiped the tears from my face as they dripped down but they just kept pouring from my eyes without my control. I ended up sniffing like a hurt child and no matter how much I tried, I could not hold myself together.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

she whispered as she waves her hand, tailing her boyfriend out of the room. She race to him and reached his hand, holding it, “why did you suddenly ask to leave?” she asked him. “Can’t you tell that they are just holding their tears for too long?” he asks while she is following his steps as they walk together. “Yeah. But isn’t it good if we can stop them from crying?” she curiously asks. “No. It will be better for them if they cry and release the tears they are holding,” he uttered. “Oh, I got it now! You want them to cry to make them feel good and can improve one’s mood!” Schina happily told him.

The rush of the people who will get to their jobs looked upon them for a second and didn't even care about why they were crying. *** "How did Justine know that his father made his mother cry every day?" One boy asked. Justin smiled and sighed. "Class, do you know what it felt like when your mother is crying? Or is she in a sorrowful condition? Being alone, without your father by your side?" Justin asked them all. The children stayed quiet for a minute, but someone caught Justin's attention. Someone in the corner of the room raised his hand and was a ghost for an hour since they started their discussion and storytelling. Justin held out his hand, about the child who wants to answer his questi

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

I informed him, his eyes went even wilder, they looked like they going to budge out of his head making me giggle this time, now he knew he was in deep trouble. “If you tell me who you work with, it won’t hurt, not as badly,” I say with a big smile, the guy starts crying, he’s actually crying. “Bestie, bestie, what’s wrong?” I say lifting his head in my hand, he just shakes his head not crying, I slap him hard. “Now enough with the tears, you know what I want” I say, the fun is just beginning why is he crying already. “He’ll kill me if I talk,” he says.

*** "Tell me he did not just do that to you?" Cara's voice is cracking and the look on her face is angry. "And tell me I did not just watch him do that to you?" She's almost crying and that just makes me burst out into tears myself. My best friend wraps her arms around me and she grants me access to her shoulder so I can cry into it. My eyes burn and the back of my throat is raw. Humiliation is always a bitter pill to swallow and the aftertaste just makes me cry even more.