Vanellope Von Schweetz Crying Novels & Stories

"It's just a scratch, Lupita. Don't make a fuss." But Velia was already crying, her tears flowing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Alpha. This is all my fault. I should have been more careful." Venom rolled his eyes and headed to the bathroom. "Stop those tears, Lupita. I can take care of myself."

Vanessa’s POV Seeking solace in the familiarity of my parents' home, I bypassed the alpha's residence entirely. As the beta's daughter, it wasn't a difficult decision. After a quick shower, I slipped beneath the covers, seeking refuge in sleep. I'm not one to shed tears easily, but that doesn't mean I'm not heartbroken. The pain is tangible—my chest aches, my eyes sting, even my body feels tender with the weight of it all. Attempting to breathe, I find myself hyperventilating, the onslaught of emotions overwhelming me.

Plop. I looked up. A wet circle darkened the wooden table. Then another. Selene’s face was pale, her eyes wide and empty as if she’d been struck. Tears tracked down her cheeks, silent and heavy, splashing onto the table. She didn't try to hide them. "You didn’t know her name?" I whispered. My throat felt like it was full of glass. She only shook her head. Her lips trembled, but she didn't reach up to wipe her face. She just let the grief leak out.

Those thoughts collided, making her head ache. “I’m crazy,” she murmured. “I’m really crazy.” The bedroom door opened slowly. Kael entered, his expression immediately changing when he saw Shelyn crying. Yes, Kael secretly went to the apartment while Vanya was asleep; the distance from his residence to the apartment was very close. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Shellyn turned, her eyes red. “I miss Mom.” Kael walked closer and sat beside her. “I know this is hard.” “I’ve done something stupid,” Shelyn said quickly. “I know.”

Theirs. Velan—small, maybe five or six—screaming at the roots of a crumbling temple, his voice raw, tears streaking his cheeks, singing glyph-songs to no one. Mira—on her knees, blade broken, blood on her hands that wouldn’t wash off, crying into the chest of a dying friend. Elen—standing outside the Archive, back turned, palms bleeding from glyph-burn, jaw clenched to keep from sobbing. Kael—alone in a dark cave, sharpening a blade for a battle he didn’t believe he’d survive.

She chanted, pushing me aside as she wiped her tears. “It’s a joke, I’m just overreacting.” She says, trying to convince herself. Darla sobbed loudly, running out of the room. Vanessa stopped wiping her tears as she watched Darla run out. “It’s a joke, right? Why is she crying so much? It’s just a joke. My pup is still inside me. It’s still waiting to be born, so why?” She asked, eyes boring into mine. I felt a knot tighten up in my throat, letting my shaky hands rest on her shoulders.

Renlo said softly. I looked away quickly and was embarrassed. I had been crying at everything lately. Leander smiling at me too softly? Emotional disaster. Baby Shen announcing that pancakes could fix emotional trauma? Crying immediately, without dignity. Mate bonds were humiliating in ways no one adequately warned you about. "You're scared," Renlo said quietly, watching me. "No, I'm not." "Avelin." "I'm fine." "You alphabetized your emergency contact instructions," he said, in the tone of someone presenting evidence.

His deep, brown eyes searched her face, filled with an unwavering devotion that mirrored the depth of their bond. Selena looked up, her tear-filled eyes meeting Levi's empathetic gaze. Her breath hitched, and her voice trembled as she tried to find words to articulate the tangled mess of emotions within her. With a deep breath, Selena mustered the strength to wipe away the tear tracks that stained her cheeks, her trembling hand brushing against her damp skin. The residue of sadness lingered in her eyes, a reflection of the storm of emotions that had assailed her just moments before. The weight of her pain still clung to her like a heavy cloak, but she refused to let it consume her.