Sylveon Crying の小説・ストーリー

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.

He flinches my quiet sobs startling him removing him from his haze. "Are you crying? Why are you crying, my female? Is it for me? Don't cry, Lumina." He whispers gently wiping the tears below my eyes with his thumbs. The sobs grow louder and his eyes sadden. "I am okay, my female. I really am, so cease your cries." He continues, lips pecking me all around my face trying to soothe my distress. "It must have been hard," I say whilst he leans closer to me, angling his neck so I can smell him to calm myself. Snuggling into his neck nose sniffing inhaling his scent.

Vione tried to calm herself, but Rowena's words kept echoing in her head. She couldn't hold back her emotions and would have cried if Ayla hadn't arrived. Ayla approached Vione worriedly. "Vione, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" "No," Vione said, shaking her head. She quickly wiped away the tears that were about to fall. "I wasn't crying because you came suddenly, Ayla." Ayla groaned. "Vione."

"Look at me, Sadie. Now." I couldn't help but obey, meeting his intense gaze with my own. His eye gleamed with a piercing blue, demanding my full attention. As I stared into his eyes, I felt a strange calmness wash over me, my breathing slowing and my sobs subsiding. I was still crying, but it was more like an automatic response at this point. "Good," Silvio's voice remained stern. "Now, you're going to ride me—and you're going to push all that stuff out of your head. Do you understand me?"

" Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia . " I wasn't crying ..." said Damon . " Yes you were ." said Cynthia quickly . " No i wasn't ." said Damon . " You don't have to lie to me Damon ...i don't think you are weak just because you cry ....with all of the stuff going we are literally on hiding and in our not at all normal life ...

" Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay." Echoing in my mind as I see a bright yellowish light come into view. I stand slowly blinking my eyes, trying to focus on the silhouette that has appeared against the blinding light. I try to shade my eyes with hand hoping it will allow me to get a better view of the thing standing in front of me, when my vision shifts becoming crstyal clear. I see Sarah standing close to the edge of a cliff. The smell of salt hitting my nose, before I register that she's crying. Hearing hear sobs of sadness as she wept. She turns to me w

Extonia murmered as she continued stroking the gem gently. "Eh? That's weird... why... why am I crying?" Extonia asked in a flustered manner as she rubbed away at the tears which rolled down her cheeks. "It... it won't stop... why...? sobs... why am I... sobs... hic..." "Ma... ma... ster...." a voice which resembled the clinking of crystal glasses broke through the soft sobbing, catching Extonia off guard. "E... eh? Huh?" Extonia blinked rapidly as she glanced at the gemstone in her hand that seemingly began to talk.

Nya couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know what sort of an expression to wear on her face. Crying seemed to fit the weight of the room, but then, she wasn’t moved to tears, not yet. She was too angry for that. It was Nya’s sister, Eru, who cried when she was mad, not Nya. Not usually. For the most part, when she was angry, she just wanted to bust someone in the face. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work either. Nya hung back until the parents noticed her and beckoned for her to come in. “Princess Nya,” the mother said, her voice cracking as she sobbed. “Thank you for coming.”

"But you need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be." As Aqua's tears fell like crystalline streams, her pendant pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting a hazy glow that filled the room with an ethereal aura. The turbulent storm of her emotions ignited her latent powers, causing the air to crackle with energy. Outside, the wind howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows with fierce intensity, while the rain beat against the roof in a relentless downpour. Aunt Cleo's voice cut through the chaos, a beacon of calm amidst the tempest. "Aqua, you must calm down," she urged, her words firm yet gentle.

The thick, intense scent of his crushed cedar wood pheromones wrapped around my senses, forcing my primitive Omega biology to remain completely still, but it couldn't stop the sudden, violent storm breaking inside my chest. The frantic anger drained out of my limbs, replaced by a sudden, hollow weight of absolute despair. A hot tear spilled over my lower eyelid, sliding slowly down my pale cheek and wet temple. Then another one followed. Before I could stop myself, a ragged, broken sob ripped straight out of my throat, my entire body shaking violently against the mattress as I completely broke down in tears. "Lucian..." Orion whispered, his deep voice instantly losing its harsh, commanding e