Ugly Cry Books Novels & Stories

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

Why had she gone there to rub salt in my wounds? Had she not done enough to get back at me, to make Chester happy? If she had known I was gone, would she have even cried for me? Shed a single tear? Or would she have thought I had gotten off too easily in death? I could not bear to ponder it any longer as tears sprang to my eyes. It turned out even ghosts were not immune to crying. However, that tear, tracing a path down my cheek, never made it to the ground; the relentless heat turned it to steam.

He whispered, taunting. I rubbed my legs together, needing some friction there. “Keep those legs apart, ruby. Spread them wider.” “Please,... Doctor, I… please…” I tried to keep them apart, my body squirming uncontrollably like a worm laced with salt. I rubbed my thighs together, but it wasn't enough. I needed penetration to release the pressure. “Please what ruby? You think I don't notice how you stare at me all day at book club? “Mmmm.” I whimpered like a pathetic slut.

“Your cunt's gripping me like it loves it.” My hair pull tightens while forcing me to take every inch of his balls slapping my skin. This is so insane, wrong, but god, it feels good and the hate fueling the fire until I'm moaning his name. “Fuck… Brian I never knew you were this fucking good.” Brian drives harder, grunting with each plunge “Yes princess take all my fucking cock in.” “Fuckkk… Brian am going to fucking cum.” I cried out while I could feel my orgasm ripping through me and my pussy spasming as I soak his cock.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

"Am I that ugly that he doesn't wants me" Why on Earth the man I wanted most and always doesn't wants me? Does that thing makes me bad girl. What he see in those models and girls lacking modesty ?? What is so beautiful about them? After shedding some tears, I sleep and let everything go. I hate myself for crying over a worthless man.But I can't control myself. BAD the heart wants it wants. But I'm not stupid enough to let anyone make fun of me.I said to everyone that I don't want to get engaged to him.Now if whole world tried to tie knot with him,I will never accept.

She almost fainted with her excessive crying. Gregory stood up and didn't bother to turn his back at her. "Come back here. Please! Gregory, I beg you!" Lucy crouched down wiping her tears on her face and she throws all the chairs and tables in the visitor's area. "Fuck all of you! I won't forgive all of you! Ahhh!!" Her anger flies in a rage that she couldn't control her feelings.

I couldn’t stop crying. Tears fell, soaking the rug beneath me as my body convulsed with need and despair. The slick heat of my release was still trapped in me, dribbling and leaking. Her hand never slowed. Her words cut deep. “Look at you. So desperate. So fucking ugly when you beg, but I love it. I own you.” I whimpered, body trembling like I might fall apart. I was dripping, ruined, completely hers. Her hand slowed for a heartbeat. Then she leaned down, lips brushing my ear with cold fire.

He took his fingers away and replaced them with his lips. I fought the urge to cry. I always felt ashamed of my scars. I hid them, afraid that they would scare people away. I’m scared to look at them myself sometimes. But Hunter made me feel that I had nothing to be ashamed of. That I was perfect… even with my past and my nightmares… even with my scars.

Feeling my body tremble with both anger and sorrow. "Every one of those poor little guys died.... How could anyone do that? How could anyone treat their own mate like that? What the hell kind of book was that, that there were pictures like that in there? Who would take pictures of them in that condition just to stick them in a damn book?" I asked. "It's an educational book for doctors. They were educational pictures to show doctors what severely neglected omegas in heat looked like." I sat there staring at the book that was laying on the ground for a few moments until we heard a loud thump come from the bedroom where our own sweet little Omega is sleeping.