Sylveon Crying Novels & Stories

She burst into tears and started to cry loudly. “You let a slut suck your dick.” “Oh my God, don't start.” He replied and bent down, she placed her right hand on his head and her left hand on his shoulder. He took off her heels for her and stood back up. “I sucked that same dick Draven.” She cried. “Ugh.” Draven rolled his eyes and pulled her gently under the shower. “Did she do it better than me?” She cried and Draven noticed her eyes were starting to get swollen and red. She is crying too much.

Then I found myself staring in the mirror. “This face is beautiful,” I murmured and tried to touch it but I couldn’t. I looked around and this place is beautiful. I can’t help but to smile and wonder what place I am right now. “Vishiea!” My attention shifted when I was triggered by that person shouting. My forehead knotted when I saw a lady crying while walking toward me. She’s crying, she hugged me tight and there’s a lot more characters behind her that I don’t know. “You’re awake, thank you.” She cried and a man got closer to us. She tapped the lady’s shoulder. Confused, I just watched her and let her hug me.

I take a deep breath, pushing my pain and exhaustion aside, walk back out to Silas, and place the water on the nightstand as I sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” I say, sniffling as I fight back tears. Silas looks at me, his eyes widening in disbelief, “Are…are you crying?” “No,” I deny feebly, wiping my eyes on my arm. Silas yanks me down into his arms, holding me to his chest, “Why is my Dahlia crying?” he gently asks as he softly strokes my hair. “I was so scared I’d killed you,” I sob as I cling to him.

Soon, hotter tears flowed down her cheeks. Carl immediately noticed the little witch was crying. He tilted his head in confusion, not understanding why she was crying. He grabbed her face, feeling the wetness. He licked his thumb, tasting salt. Strangely, he wanted more. Carl leaned under Sibyl’s eyes, kissing her tears away like a chick pecking grain. Sibyl was stunned, sitting up to see Carl’s blurry face, forgetting to keep crying. “What are you doing?!” she asked in shame and anger.

Fuck, am I crying? “Astrid, baby, look at me.” My throat constricts with pain and I keep my head firmly lowered, desperate to hide my tears. “No, I’m almost done. I n-need to get you in the shower.” I sense the moment my husband realizes that I’m crying. He stiffens, his chest morphing into a rigid wall underneath my palm. The air crackles with electricity and Silvan makes a tiny, furious sound in his throat. “Angel, fucking look at me.”

She closed her eyes, letting a lone tear trickle down her cheek. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” Her voice trembled. “Garaine, you are crying?!” Weylin exclaimed. He lifted her face only to find a few more tears streaming down her face. “Oh my, why are you crying?” “I…I’m-” She burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh…It's okay.” He hugged her immediately, wrapping his arms protectively around her. “It's okay. Big girls don’t cry.” He cooed, rocking her gently.

And so, the animals continued grazing. She inhaled long and deep, held it in for a second, then pushed. There was nothing. She did the same again and again without success. She found herself sweating, gasping and panting. She repeated the procedure this time round letting out a long, loud, deafening scream that brought the whole village to alertness. And it worked.

Theo ran toward me, crying so hard he could barely breathe. "Mom! Save me! I know I was wrong!" A tentacle whipped toward his back— Sylar moved like a flash. His silver hair snapped out like a blade and sliced the tentacle clean off. "Ahhh!" Chloe screamed as black fluid sprayed from the wound. Adrian stared at me, struggling to find his voice. "Sia... you've been fixing the game this whole time?" Sylar stepped in front of me, silver hair falling down his back. His voice was lazy, but the killing intent underneath it was impossible to miss.

His brows furrow. I freeze. The laughter dies. They’re all staring at me now. Staring and noticing the redness around my eyes. The tears I clearly missed wiping away. The lingering tremble in my hands. “Maeve?” Seyla questions. Four sets of eyes staring at me with so much concern it makes my skin physically itch. “I’m fine.” “You’re crying,” Seyla says softly. “No, I’m not.” Lyra tilts her head. “Babe, tears are literally running down your face.”

she kept on muttering things to calm me down, “What happened, tell me, I will help you,” “Sy,” I broke off my hug and looked at her, her eyes widen upon seeing my eyes, “My eyes, it suddenly turns blue, I can perfectly see, and I don’t feel anything bad, but my eyes, why did it turn this way? Please he—Sy? Why are you crying?” “C-cel,” I grabbed her hand and pull her inside my apartment, “This is fascinating, seeing it face to face,” “What are you talking about, Sy? It’s not fascinating, please, help me, what should I—”