Subaru Crying Novels & Stories

Luna gripped the steering wheel tightly, tears that she had been holding back finally streaming down her cheeks. "Fucking..." Luna muttered, striking the steering wheel in frustration. Luna couldn't believe that Lucas would play her like this. He should have come, even if only to apologize to her. No matter how many curses Luna muttered, she couldn't shake off the shock and hurt of being stood up. Tears pooled in her eyes, slightly blurring her vision, but it didn't stop her from pressing harder on the gas pedal, speeding even faster. She was nearly on the verge of crashing into a parked car on the side of the road, but it seemed that fear wasn't registering with Luna at the moment.

“Stop crying! You have no reason to cry!” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Roman sobs. Snot pours from his nose, his whole face cherry-red. We’re free of the suburb, and the car spins on the black ice. It’s a miracle we don’t fishtail into a tree. Once we reach drier, clearer roads, Yannick speeds up. The tires scream, but Roman’s crying is loudest of all. The brakes squeal sharply as Yannick turns us around a corner into an alley. The car jostles to an abrupt halt, sending my mom and Roman falling to the floor.

The heat of the water brings warmth back into my blood. Behind me he lathers shampoo into my wet hair. His fingers massage my scalp. He pours water on my head to wash it off. When I close my eyes, I see the other car flipping into the air and crashing upside down. The shattered glass, the bent metal. My eyes snapped open. That could have easily been us. “Fuck stop crying” Niko whispers in my ear. I didn’t know I was crying again. “What do I have to do to make you stop crying, I’d do anything” a broken sound escapes my lips at that. I burry my face in my palms as sobs wreck over me, I don’t even know why I’m crying. I just cry.

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"

Three drops Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably Years of pain, humiliation, loneliness, and suffering burst out all at once Matteo immediately panicked "Hey" He moved closer "Why are you crying?" Myra didn’t answer. The tears refused to stop Matteo became even more flustered "Did I say something wrong? Did I scare you?" Myra only cried harder. Matteo ran a hand through his hair. For someone who could command an entire kingdom without blinking, dealing with one crying woman was proving impossible

A cab driver who nearly ran into Eve screamed at her with a horn. "I'm sorry" Eve managed to say and walked away from the highway. She wanted to scream but felt as if her voice couldn't be heard. Eve moved to a corner and rested her back on the wall at the corner she stood, a few meters away from the office building as tears kept flowing down her cheeks. She quickly wiped her eyes and stopped a cab. My life is ruined Eve thought and stepped into the cab. She rested her back on the seat and shut her eyes. She withheld her tears and bit her lower lip. If she was going to cry then it wouldn't be in front of the driver.

he and Steven shared a look. “You might want to wipe your face man, that is not a good look on you.” I touched my face and it was wet. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath getting out of the car. I looked up trying to stop the tears from coming out. I had no realized I was crying until they pointed it out. my heard ached for my mate.

LUTHER I can't believe that I cried in front of this asshole, and explained to him that my mom's car is not just an old piece of junk to be insulted, but a sturdy girl that has been through hell and back with us. He blinks at me from the driver's seat while I bawl my eyes out, and gosh, it's the most embarrassing thing in the world. “Wow, I totally understand what you are going through,” he scratches his eyebrow.

The door slams shut after me and I take a moment to allow everything to sink in before starting my car and driving away. The windshield and road beyond it blur as tears fog my vision. I do my best to blink them away. When it becomes impossible to blink the tears away, I pull over along the side of the road and finally allow myself to cry. Tears stream down my face, leaving it feeling hot and sticky. I mourn the loss of my mate and the family I will never get to have.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.