Sylveon Crying Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe it’s purely hormonal and hangover combined. “I’ll apologize to your friend and make good. I’ll play nice. Is that what you want? Will that make you stop crying?” Jyeon’s voice lowers as he whispers into my ear and starts gently swaying me, patting my back with one hand and still stroking my head to soothe me. Being soft and caring, I can’t formulate words when I don’t even know why I’m crying.

I finally hear his voice, “Scarlett... Butterfly... Come on… Breathe, come back to me…” ”Phoenix?…” I focus a little more before tears sting my eyes and I whisper, “Soren…” “My Butterfly.” I pull out of his hands and go to get off the bed, Soren moved quickly wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back up against him, making me straddle his thighs. I struggle against his hold and as my emotions win, I burst into tears as I hit the sides of my fists against his chest sobbing, “I can’t do it again… I can’t… I can’t do it again…”

Adrian sat on the edge of his bed and held her gently, he called her name again while turning her around to show herself. Elysian was sobbing in front of him, she looked at him with sorrow, he wondered what made her cry? "Elysian..." he called out sadly but softly and gently pulled her into a hug, as she broke down in his embrace and cried loudly in his arms. Elysian's hands rested on his chest and her right side face pressed against Adrian's broad shoulder met neck, her tears wetting his neck. It pained him to watch his mate crying, it also pained him to listen to her cries, especially when he might be the reason why. His heart shattered sadly inside him. Adrian closed his eyes while caress

He continues taping her cheeks and shaking her shoulders. "Yohan," she chanted a foreign name. And that's when she opened her eyes while catching her breath. She sat and blinked several times. "Brat." He tapped her cheeks. "Why the fuck are you crying?" Because of his question, she starts crying again. The place is still dark but because of the light coming from his solar lamp, he can see how her eyes teared up. Krysie hugged him and cried even more. The softness of her skin against his is making someone arouse in not perfect timing. Damn.

Toby brought an awkward hand up, rubbing her back in a soothing way until he heard sniffles and the faint smell of salt. “Are you crying?” Toby froze before he parted from the hug to look at her, and true to his words, fat drops of tears were dripping out of her eyes, and he panicked. “Oh no. Ariel, please don’t cry.” All he could think was that he was digging his early grave if Kane even got a hint that his mate had been crying, and he just stood there. Toby produced the hanky he always had in his pocket, and he dabbed it on her eyes gently, careful not to touch her skin.

I had finally attained the confidence and freedom I was looking for, having come a far way from being a rogue to a model agent. The door of the room opened. I whipped my head up to see Jayden walking in. “What in the hell, Violet!” he demanded. When he looked at my face, he cringed. “Why are you crying?” “It’s nothing,” I muttered, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. “Something got inside my eyes.” “Do you want me to call a doctor?”

There was silence for a second… then Victor exhaled sharply, like he had been holding his breath the whole time. “Sylvia…” His voice was soft. Too soft. “You’re crying.” I didn’t respond. He continued, “I saw the video online. The crowd. The eggs. The shouting. I’ve been, God, I’ve been calling you nonstop.” I wiped my nose quietly. He went on, “I know you don’t want anyone to see you weak, but Sylvia… It's okay to cry. It’s okay to break down. You’re human.” That made my tears fall again, hot and unstoppable.

Her scream reached me just as my hand settled on the doorknob. I froze. “Your mate?” I repeated slowly, the words sounding foreign on my tongue. I turned to look at her, and she nodded weakly, confirming that I wasn't imagining things. “He's calling out to me, and…” She paused to swallow hard. Sweat glistened across her pale skin now, dampening the strands of hair clinging to her forehead. “And Starlie can't seem to break the bond. I refuse to let her locate him, and it's causing me agonizing pain.”