Togepi Cries Novels & Stories

*Cries* ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ X O X O J A N E D O E W R I T I N G S

pleaded a young man kneeling beside her. Red chains. Clearly, Long Shen loathed him. "You don't deserve my forgiveness, nor do you have any right to say anything!" A powerful gust of force, carrying icy balls, mercilessly struck the man to the back. "Who are YOU, to call me Father?" "Lryke!" the lady cried. "Lryke... a-are you okay?" She scrambled on all fours and held him in her arms. He flashed her a weak smile. She replied him with tears.

Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because a certain person is not there ? " Ariadne::"You sound like a poet." Leon::"Well I write sometimes." Ariadne::"I think the point to cry out is for help and warmth and care.It is a sign of our bodies finally breaking down from so much pain that we cannot bear.I think tears are just pain in liquid form." Leon::"Oh ! intense talk.I am done with the calls let's go now."

I need to go to the toilet," Sangeeta went to vomit, she does that whenever she is extremely nervous. Tomo came in and said, "is there anything I could help you with?" "Yes sit down, I am planning to visit Thorfin before you set move for my missions tomorrow, what is your take on that?" I asked Tomo. Sangeeta was back from the toilet and said hi, to Tomo, they where good friends. "Hi Sangeeta," Tomo greeted her. "Why are you crying?" Tomo asked. "It's just too painful," Sangeeta said.

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to demand an explanation, but before I could, he added, “If it's money you want, I'll give it to you.” The room tilted as his words repeated in my head. I stared at him, the tears I had been holding back streaming freely down my cheeks. “Money?” I whispered, the word foreign and bitter on my tongue. He nodded, his expression impassive. “Yes. I'll make sure you're taken care of. You don't have to worry about anything.” Stumbling back a step, I gripped the counter for support as I felt so weak in the knees as if I could crash down to the floor anytime soon. I searched his face, hoping to find a shred of the man I thought I knew, the man I had sacrificed e

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

I wailed on top of my voice. The glowing light stopped as blood began to spew from his mouth. “No, no, no..” I cried, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face ignoring the blood that stained my arms. “Riggs no, please, please, fuck, Riggs!” He only smiled, using one of his bloody fingers to wipe my tears, “it’s okay,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear, “this is the best day of my life, seeing you cry over me.”

I gotta do this alone. "What did you say?" Toad asked for confirmation "I will wear the clothes on my own just please stop it and let go of me," I said as tears welled up in my eyes. "I will do it, I promise just please let go of my arm, you’re hurting me." "Oh mother Teresa, don’t cry. It’s okay, we will let you put the clothes on by yourself but do make it quick, you don’t want us getting mad." His voice sounded sweet but at the last minute, it turned into a groan.