Ugly Crying Emoji Novels & Stories

As Xavia spoke, her eyes were moist and two lines of tears started rolling down her cheeks. She choked up, feeling upset. “Sob. Sob. Grandma, I feel so sad when I mention it now. How could my husband backstab me at that time? How could he be so cruel to me? Sob. Sob. My heart hurts so much…” The sobbing, the sorrowful look, the aggrieved expression on her face looked so pitiful that it made people feel really heartbroken for her.

Just by the look of the photos you can see how happy they are. Tears begin to flow out of my eyes by just looking at how happy the four are in the pictures. Such things never happened in my family. Okay it happened with the rest but that never included me at all. “ why are you crying? ” I suddenly hear his voice behind me taking me by surprise since I didn't hear him come in. I quickly turn around trying to hide the tears that are flowing down my ears by drying them. “ No no , I am not crying .” I lie hoping he takes it that way.

The middle aged woman continued to cry, not bothering to fight the guy who shouted at her, the lost water that was retracted earlier had once again resurfaced and touch all of the heroes who did not have the ability to shield themselves from getting wet by this water that obviously came out from the middle aged lady tears, curses loudly and shouted towards the middle aged lady who simply turned deaf. “Fuck it!” was all what the heroes who was already so wet use as their curse towards the crying middle aged lady who really cant stop her crying at all.

I said seriously then left him dumbfounded Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes I feel a lot of chest pain right now and I don't know why tears won't stop in my eyes while walking they started looking at me the world really hates me "Why is the destined Alpha of Ulkira's Clan crying?"

so much fucking more. These tears are the kind that you cry when you have lost all sense of reality. The kind that you let fall when you are screaming in a quiet room, just begging for something to hear you. Just begging for... I don't know. Help? A cure for the pain? The kind of crying that is so strong that it's hard to breathe. The kind that makes you gasp for air and makes you sick to your stomach. The kind that you only do when you are truly at a loss for words. The kind that you only do when you are completely heartbroken. I have done this.

One of them yell " Did I do something wrong aunt" I question " Yes, you did everything wrong with you ugly face" She insults " Listen Fat ugly witch, stay away from our children, or you will be very sorry" The other insults and I burst into tears " I am sorry aunties" I apologize in tears " You should be sorry for yourself. Let me warn you, this should be the last time you show your ugly face to our children. Idiot" The first insults and I run back home crying.

i held my face with my palm and cried intensely. "No…No ..not with my mate!!!!"

I'm going crazy here' he tossed his phone back on the seat next to him after he read through the text that had just popped on the screen of his phone. "Shit!" He cursed angrily under his breath as the tears he'd been fighting back finally found their way down his cheeks. He was hurt and the only way he could express it was to shed tears. Who said that men don't cry? Who said that it's a crime for men to cry? They are humans too, he was a fucking human too. He had emotions just like the other gender, so why shouldn't he cry his pain out? Why should he pretend to be fine when he was dying inside?

“WHY WHY WHY!!!! WHY ME!!!” His screams tore through the air, raw and heart-wrenching, each cry laden with agony, echoing the depths of his shattered heart. With fists clenched, he pounded against the floor, each blow a desperate plea to reverse the cruel hand of fate. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the anguish etched upon his features, as he grappled with the unbearable weight of loss.

“But then everything exploded and I never got the chance and now Ember hates me and I’m going to die without ever—” She stops and bites her lip hard enough that I see the skin whiten under her teeth. The tears are running freely now and she swipes at them with the back of her hand, angry at herself for breaking, and then she laughs — a wet, fractured sound that has no business being as brave as it is. “This is pathetic. Goddess — crying like a fucking child on the floor of a haunted house. Come on, Rayana. This is not a very fabulous look on you.”