Ugly Crying Emoji Novels & Stories

I hear he exclaims. Guess you have turned around and finally sees me, huh? What the fuck indeed, Nate. What the fuck indeed. "Fuck!" he curses again. Louder this time. Fucking fuck indeed. Fuck me for crying my eyes out, right? Fuck me to hell for bleeding because of your verbal slices to my heart, right? Fuck me for trying to suppress my emotions by biting my lip, or fisting my trembling hands, or just holding myself together when all I want to do is crumble, right? RIGHT?

I snapped in between my cries, refusing to lift my face from in between my knees because I knew the sight wouldn't be pretty. I'm an ugly cry baby to make matters worse. I wish I was like those girls who cry and just have tears cascade down their face and they still look like they can take a model portrait and be put on the front page of Vogue magazine. Instead, I'm the kind whose lips swell up, my tears pour down my face, my eyes get swollen, snot comes out of my nose and I start choking for no reason. "What's wrong, Sarafina?" He asked me with his deep husky voice as I grit my teeth, irritated at the feeling of chills down my spine so I tried to shove him off me.

“I’m sorry... I’m really really sorry...” I cried until my chest ached, like something inside me was tearing apart, piece by piece. The kind of crying that leaves you gasping for air, clutching at nothing, because nothing feels real anymore. It wasn’t the quiet kind of sadness; it was loud and raw and ugly, the kind you can’t hold back even if you tried.

“Just get out, let people know your real face is uglier than a lion who just woke up. Not to mention your eyes that look like devil's eyes, which are really red.” A floating pillow slapped Rein's face who could only stare blankly at the mound under the blanket which now showed a messy face with traces of tears that were very pathetic. “He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.”

The shattered makeup mirrored the fragments of her own conflicted emotions. Emma, in a moment of raw emotion, threw her head back onto the bed, unleashing a primal cry that echoed through the room. Clenching her clothes in a desperate grip, she cried with a force that seemed to reverberate within the walls. The door burst open with a thud, revealing Nancy standing there. Emma, wearing a pained expression, continued to weep, and at the sight of her distress, Nancy rushed to her side.

I grunted, falling on my stomach, pushing off the floor, and slamming it shut. I hardly got up off the floor. I sat there, curled up against it while the tears built in my eyes. I hated crying. When I cried, glitter got everywhere, and it made such a mess. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I sniffed, trying to keep the snot out of my mouth. I was such an ugly crier, big fat tears with a red face. There was nothing pretty about it, and I didn’t want Luci to see it. I heaved again, whining that my mom and dad would do something like this to me.

My throat clenched, and I let out a sound, half sob, half gasp, and before I could stop it, another wave of tears surged forward like a storm that had been waiting for years to flood me. I buried my face in my palms. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t composed. It wasn’t the kind of crying you do with silent tears and trembling lips. No, this was ugly. My shoulders shook violently. My breath hitched. I could hear myself making these pathetic, choked sounds, and I hated how loud I was, but I couldn’t stop. It was like every tear I’d ever swallowed down was pouring out of me now. All the times I’d bit my tongue, smiled through it, said ‘I’m fine’ when I wasn’t… they were screaming through me in the

" He snarled. "Hey! Why are you screaming, Grandpa?" Sir Jayson burst into the terrace. "Nothing. Mara called me ugly when I cried. Who looked handsome when crying?" He scoffed. "So, you lied when you said, "My little Jay Jay is handsome when he cries, but you will be more handsome when you smile." "Of course not. My little Jay Jay is so handsome that even when he is crying, he is still handsome, but Mara is so mean, calling me ugly when I'm crying. I'm already crying. She should comfort me." He pouted.

“Don't force yourself to smile for me, Chika. Not when your soul is bleeding.” The fragile mask shattered instantly. My fake smile stiffened, crumbling into pure, unadulterated agony. I wrapped my arms tightly around my midsection and collapsed to my knees, my chest heaving violently. My mouth opened in a silent, gut-wrenching scream of grief, no sound escaping my throat—only a relentless torrent of burning tears testifying to my deep despair.

This time, the dam she had been desperately holding back burst open, and tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the pain she felt within. Damn it! Why is she crying? Doesn't she realize how deeply her tears affect me? Overwhelmed by her sorrow, I closed the distance between us, gently gripping her shoulders for support. "Please, Anna, stop crying... You know how much I hate to see you in tears." With a tender touch, I wiped away a tear with my thumb, trying to soothe her. "It's just a plate, nothing more. It's not worth your anguish."