Toga Crying Novels & Stories

He asked in concern too. "I'm not going back! I'm not going back!" I cry. Tonia pulls away from the hug and wipes my tears but they didn't stop them falling. “Who made you cry?!” she growls again. “M…..Mason….” “What?!” she roars in anger, her chest going up and down.” After what I told him?! He still had the guts to make you cry?!” I can feel her body vibrate from too much anger, even her grip on my shoulder becomes tighter.

The pup’s teary sniffles made her old heart ache in pain. When Tiana finally lifted her face to look at them after wiping her face with the back of her hand, Tara cursed silently, the poor pup’s face was swollen with tears and despite the brave smile plastered on her face, Tiana was hurting. Tara swore to incapacitate Rico if he’d gone on to reject her after his pact wth them at the Chata.

Anastasia “I’m sorry!” Hugo’s voice cracked, tears streaming down his face. He clutched me tightly, his muscles trembling with emotion. I’d never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so lost. It terrified me. The idea that Hugo was convinced Frederick was gone was too much to bear. I could feel my chest heaving, my stomach churning, ready to spill its contents. “Is that alright with you? Sorry about that!” he said, his voice strained.

He then frowned, and burst into tears. Sigrid was startled and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" On the other side, Tianna also heard his cries. She couldn't be bothered to continue chatting with Cleveland anymore. She immediately got down from her chair and ran over with her small and short legs. "What happened to Oreo?" She answered, "He suddenly cried for no reason." Sigrid patted Oreo's back. This was the first time she heard him cry so loudly. If he continued to cry like this, it would damage his throat.

I ordered, and got into the car, slamming the door. "Have you been crying?" Tony asked, as my eyes were probably red from crying. "No, I'm –" I could complete my sentence, as my emotions overwhelmed me, and I burst out crying. "Hey, T. What's wrong?" Tony asked, worry laced in his voice. "Is something wrong with your pup?" At the mention of the word pup, the sadness overtook me, and I could no longer take it anymore, as I wailed in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

Regret mixed with overwhelming fear crashed over Tara like a tidal wave, drowning her completely. She let out broken sobs, clutching her head with both hands and striking herself again and again in frantic blows. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, mumbling that she was sorry over and over as tears streamed down her face. The dozen or so people in the room stood there in complete silence. Only the faint sounds of breathing could be heard. The sight of her crying made me feel nothing but a cruel sense of irony. Those were merely crocodile tears. Nothing about her emotions was real.

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

I said getting the waffle iron out. Tora lost it sitting there at the table. She was laughing so hard she was crying. At least these were happy tears this time. It damn neared killed me to see her crying from pain just a few moments ago. She went to wash her face and change her clothes while I made our waffles.

Sandy froze. Her hand, still hovering near Tiana’s, dropped to her side. Her lips parted, but nothing emerged. For once, the youngest Toriaga, who had always had a quick word, a gentle defense, and a fierce loyalty, was utterly speechless. Her eyes filled with sudden tears, but she didn’t blink them away. She simply stood there, stunned into stillness, the coffee cups forgotten on the side table growing cold. Tiana’s gaze returned to Nikolai. Something glinted in her eyes: disbelief, fear, and a fragile trace of what might have been wonder. She swallowed once, twice. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper.

Mara's Pov We went into the room, Talia was still there sobbing, crying her eyes out. Talia's eyes pleaded as we approached her. Talia's knees bulked, her body crumbling to the ground, she buried her face in her hands, and uncontrollably sobs ran down her cheeks. "Talia, what are you still doing here? I asked anger and rage surging within me. "Mara, please," she begged, her voice cracking, please forgive me.