Toodles Crying Novels & Stories

Briar sat straight up. The powerful, unbreakable twin bond practically hummed with her brother's sudden, agonizing distress. Her little face crumpled instantly, big, heavy tears spilling over her eyelashes as she caught the contagious panic of the nightmare. She started crying, a high, thin sound of pure toddler misery.

*Tjeck* I find myself alone in the pack training room, lost in my thoughts, when Kattie suddenly appears. The moment I see her, it’s evident that she has been crying; her red-rimmed eyes and quivering lips betray her anguish. Instinctively, I halt my training, turning my full attention to her, silently urging her to share what has her in this state.

They were crying. Step. Step. Step. Taking one step at a time, Thalia moved down the stairs and could see the person she had heard as she descended. A boy dressed in suspenders and shorts, his white shirt was bloodied, and he was crying. She couldn't see his face because it was too dark. However, she could still hear the sound of his cries. Worried and anxious about the little boy, Thalia rushed forward, dragging a little rabbit doll behind her. "Hey, are you okay?"

My laughter increased, and I clutched my stomach. Jessica was so dumb and a terrible liar that I found it funny she tried bringing up a convincing lie that would never work. “You're going to injure yourself if you laugh too much,” Tedros muttered as soon as I was done laughing. It took a while for me to stop laughing, but it was worth it. Jessica looked shocked and confused, the tears on her face were still there, but she had stopped fake sobbing.

Tadeas has formed an attachment to Winnie he will not sleep, eat or play without her by his side. My male babbles in return his chubby cheeks moving in an adorable manner as he attempts to communicate with us. He is only seven months old but he has got the both of us wrapped around his tiny finger. Phobos swiftly squats by the crib playfully hiding from his male and Tadeas jumps back searching for his father with upset worried eyes. "Where is your father, Tadeas? I cannot find him can you?" I act shaken blanketing my mouth with my palms as the little one quickly crawls forward and stands up on wobbly plump legs by grabbing onto the wooden rails of the crib for support.

She put her hand on Adela's shoulder and patted her. She faked a smile, so Adele won't be sad. "Don't worry Adele, I will go out and I promise you I will come back with money," "We won't lose either mum or Adele." "Thank you, Tasha. I hope we will support you one day." Adele cried. Tasha wiped Adele's tears and smiled. "Why are you crying?" "Stop crying because I don't like it. Don't let mum see you crying when she open her eyes, Hun?"

My heart swelled like the Grinches at the movie's end when his first cry rang out as he entered the world. "Dada, Dada!" Tate's high-pitched squeal rang out, sending a poor rabbit running for the hills. Zac squats down, scooping his bite-size clone into his large protective arms. "How's, my little man?" Tate cackles in pure joy as Zac tickles his tummy. Tilting his head to me, "You okay, babe?"

Lola said in between tears and hiccups. “Zade? Your favorite uncle made you cry?” Thaila said with confusion on her face, “Where is Zade?” This was where I had to explain, “Hmmm.” Thaila walked past me, “Zade, why did you make Lola cry?” What? Zade? How? “Lola, who made you cry?” My head snapped faster than anything when I heard Zade's voice from the door. I watched as Lola jumped on Zade's arm in joy, “He..made..me..cry,” Lola pointed at Ace and Zade wiped the tears off her face.

Broderick turned around and was about to say something when he saw Gisselle with red eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. He was startled, took off his headphones, and whispered, "I was wearing headphones, I didn't hear anything, why are you crying?" Gisselle cried louder and louder. Broderick helplessly reached out to wipe her tears. He had seen women cry before, but when this little bandit started crying, it was like a floodgate had been opened. Tears flowed like broken beads, streaming out in large drops, both sad and heartbreaking. "I hated you so much," she said, hiccuping and crying, "Why do you always see me in embarrassing situations?"

She is already going to be going through more than any three-year-old should. “I’m hungry.” She says with a yawn as Boomer whines and she lifts her head and makes grabby hands at him and giggles. He is up and over, really excited as he wiggles his stump and ass, whining, climbing all over me to get to his little sister. He licks her face, and she is laughing. The door opens again and Teagan walks in and I look at her as she smiles at Rebel. “Nonna,” Rebel reaches for her and Teagan moves and lifts her up, hugging and kissing her. Rebel laughs and giggles. I look at Teagan and she nods at me, looking sadly at me and I can see she has been crying.