Sylveon Crying Novels & Stories

And also, I cannot believe that I am over her. I fall on my knees beside Sylvia. She looks horrified. “Sylvia.” I call out to her, but she doesn’t respond. Her whole body trembles in fear. “Please stop.” She continues to cry out, what is happening to her. I must have really scared her. “I am sorry, please, I didn’t mean to scare you, alright.” I beg, trying to make her sit upright to no avail. Her eyes seem so distant, her eyeballs keep on dancing weirdly. Is she having a seizure?

Lyon continued, sobbing. At those times, Selene couldn't stop crying, she turned to Lyon with wet eyes and tightly gripped her hands. She slowly raised her hand to caress his face. Lyon immediately raised his face to look at Selene. "I'm sorry.." he said again. He knows that the word sorry is not enough to take away the pain that Selene is feeling right now, but he will do anything to ease her inside. Selene's mouth hardly uttered a word.. She keeps crying. "Lyon..." and at that time she couldn't stop hugging it.

against the Protocol. The white glass sanctuary began to shiver. A vein of deep, violet shadow erupted from Lyra’s chest, spreading across the porcelain floor like a spilled ink. And from the white light, Kaelen’s voice rang out, but it wasn't a whisper anymore. "Mama... the man is crying. He says your heart is 'dirty'."

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

More tears began to roll out of my eyes, and I started sobbing again. Xylo’s POV She started crying out of the blue. I noticed that it was one of her hobbies these days. She needed to find another hobby and stop doing that…or else, I might be coming around instantly to wipe those tears of hers. She looked so determined but too fragile. I wondered what was making her that fragile. I tapped her back, controlling myself from wiping those damn tears. I just wanted those tears to end as it oddly made my heart heavy. I clenched my jaw and closed my fist at my side when she cried even more. Fvck!

I said, trying to convince myself that what I was seeing was simply a hallucination. "Please… please… don't do this… not now…" I sobbed as my knees gave out instantly. "No!" I cried loudly. I fell hard onto the wet ground staring at him. "No... no no no..." I crawled toward him quickly. Tears blurred my vision immediately. "Aurelian..." His eyes were closed. There was blood everywhere. "Aurelian please… you can't do this… you can't…" I cried. "Come back, Aurelian," I whispered as tears fell from my eyes.

Like I had finally found the place I was always supposed to be. When the tears finally slowed and I could breathe again, I looked up at all three of them, my eyes still puffy and raw. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For being here. For not leaving.” Soren smiled, quiet and sure. “Always, Lyra. We’re not going anywhere.” Then Vaelin, completely out of nowhere, said — “You really shouldn’t cry though. Your face gets all weird when you do.” A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it, cutting straight through everything heavy that had been sitting in the room. “That is not funny,” I said, pointing at him even as I was still smiling. “I’m allowed to be emotional around my mates.”

This time he was sobbing. I forced a short laugh as I rubbed his back. "Hey, why are you crying?" "What will I do if I lost you, Selene?" he asked in between his cries. I moved away from him and placed my hands on his cheeks. His eyes were puffy, which means he has been crying even before he came to me. I wiped his tears with my fingers and smiled reassuringly. "You didn't lose me. I'm still here," I sighed, then sneered, "I guess he didn't know I have been doing that for many years, drowning myself in the tub. ' die in there, my love." I joked but it didn't work.

Like, really crying. A fully grown, fearsome alpha male crying like a rejected teenage boy in the middle of a tragedy-rom-com as he turned to look at us. And goddess, my first reaction was to laugh. I really wanted to laugh. But instead, I just stood there in disbelief as Silas turned to us, eyes watery, voice trembling, asking what he was feeling, why this sudden wave of sadness had hit him, why he couldn’t stop crying. Why she had rejected him. And that’s when it hit me.