Vergil May Cry Novels & Stories

Jaxon added. Jaxon was busy crying like a child when Veronica's finger jerked. A tear came out of Veronica's eyes. She couldn't even move her eyes to open. She tried, but her body didn't even let her do it. Veronica didn't know that Jaxon knew how to cry. She was hoping that there would be a miracle when her finger jerked. Veronica didn't know that Jaxon knew how to cry. She was hoping that there would be a miracle. Veronica was in such deep sorrow that she wanted to grieve.

I struggled to talk still bursting in tears. “He’s dead” Ten slowly said standing beside Jack who had his finger on Mesmick’s cold hand. “No” he slowly said while moving back with his eyes widen. “HE CAN’T BE! NO! NO!” Everyone stood under the dark night with their heads down and tears runing down their faces. “NO!” Jack screamed crazily in pain.

"I'm sorry sir, Please forgive me" " Hmm, I see, I guess you are bent on not saying a thing. But it's fine. I will make it easier for you " He stood up and took a little walk in his off, then came back and sat on his table afterward, and asked Veronica a question, but she pretended not to understand what he meant by that. " Veronica, I will ask you this one time and not repeat myself. Would you rather I lock you up before you can say something? " She quickly went to her knees to ask for forgiveness. At this point, I saw Gabriella crying and shaking at the same time. “but I thought nothing scares Veronica. Why then does she have those things in her eyes? " I asked myself.

I love you so much, Veronica, and I am sorry. Yours dearest. Grimgor. Veronica's hands trembled as she read every word, her worst fears confirmed. She crouched to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks, knowing that a day like this had always been a possibility given the dangers of her role. "I should have been there with you," she whispered to herself, feeling guilty for not being by his side during this critical moment. She clutched the letter close to her heart, cherishing his words and praying for his safety.

I replied, a lone tear escaping my eye. " It's okay to cry, Linda. Crying doesn't make us weak. It's a way to vent out bottled up emotions." Valeria said. " But sometimes, crying doesn't solve anything. It just makes you look weaker." I replied, sighing. " It doesn't. Crying doesn't make us look weak. If anything, it just shows that we are strong. We are strong because after crying, we will rise up and be the phoenixes we are meant to be. I might not know your pain, but I can see it. This isn't easy on you, but it's not easy on him either. " Valeria said.

Pushing ahead. Leaping from the frying pan into the fire. She could still hear the steady weeping, then the unholy scream, and the men arguing in loud voice. Still hear Virgil's words in her head as he described what he'd be doing to "prepare" her for one of his "clients".

Chloe cried harder as she held onto Verona’s leg, begging her to not leave her. “Get away!” Verona shouted as she kicked her away. Chloe cried in pain as her injuries worsened from the hit. “Please…” Chloe kept saying again and again as she cried. Her head was touching the floor as she no longer had the courage to get herself up. Her wailings got louder as she heard Verona’s steps moving farther away each second. Verona ignored all her cries and kept walking. And just like that, in no time she finally got out of that hallway, leaving a still-wailing Chloe behind.

“I won’t cry over him. Not here. Not now. If he wants to throw me aside for someone else, that’s on him. But I will not fall apart in this hallway like some pathetic, heartbroken schoolgirl.” Cassie’s heart sighed. Veronica’s pride was a shield, fragile but fierce. She could see the cracks beneath it, the tears threatening to spill over again, but Veronica clung to it desperately. Gently, Cassie reached for her hand. “You don’t have to pretend with me. If you need to cry, cry. If you need to scream, scream. I won’t judge you.” Veronica looked at her hand, then back at Cassie’s face. For a long moment, she seemed to weigh the offer, torn between her pride and her pain.

I cried as I laid a white lily on his casket. I cried as Lola held my hand and asked why I was crying. I cried through Vince’s heart-wrenching speech. I cried while I struggled to say mine. I cried through the prayers. I cried until there was nothing left inside me but raw, shattering pain. My Luca was gone. Forever. How could I live with this? And Vince—he tried to be strong. He tried to hold my hand, hold me up, keep me from collapsing. But he was a mess too. His eyes never stopped watering; he cried silently. His voice cracked every time he tried to speak.

'' The afternoon came sad, at least for those who feel the grief of someone's death, which in Maya's case can be said to double the burden. -Cursed Veronica! - she cried out between tears as she spun her body around in the centre of the room, her vampire eyes blurred. - Why did you betray me? - she dropped to her knees on the ground for the first time in a long time, crying - why didn't you stand by me?