Vergil May Cry Novels & Stories

They weren't horrified by my mother’s cruelty; they were fascinated by it. “Did you see?” a cousin whispered loud enough for the wind to carry. “The Tyrant actually has tear ducts.” “She’s probably just angry she didn't get the inheritance,” Bethany added, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy as she sipped her champagne. They didn't see a daughter being disowned. They saw a high-stakes glitch in a perfect machine. To them, my pain was a performance, and they were waiting for the encore. They all believed the rumor—the one that defined my Tyrant title. Three years ago, a man who threatened my father's firm vanished. The world believed I had him dealt with. I let them believe it. Fear w

All of them scream, holding their heads, trying to fall on the ground as a momentary support but to no avail. The rush of grief overflowing them was so intense that their fragile hearts were unable to cope with it. “Why are you doing this, Vera?!” Kriss yelled, perturbed to find of all people, Persephone under unbearable anguish. “I.. should have known…” Tabit hissed, glaring at Vera, coughing up blood. “Why?” Vera scoffed, rolling her eyes, resting her hand on her waist. “That’s why.” A vile smirk appeared on her face when she lifted her hand and slowly a number began to appear on the back of her palm.

VERGIL Burn's Bar, New York City Vergil fell flat on his face on the concrete once the portal finally chucked him out of its endless vortex of doom. Once he got bearings of his surroundings, he slowly stood up, his knees shaking from his journey in that cursed portal. As soon as he took a step, he stumbled into a bush and threw up the contents of his stomach. "Gah!" Vergil wiped his mouth clean from his vomit. "Drat. How could Colter survive that thing? It's a product of torture."

"You have to apologize to them. You hurt your friend and you made Valerie cry" Lucio's eyes widened. Valerie Carnegie cried. That was the first time in forever Valerie cried, the last time she had cried her sister had fallen off from the tree and a rod had pierced right through her stomach. Valerie doesn't cry. Not even when he publicly rejected her did she cry. She only left his house slamming the door right behind him. "That's not possible, Valerie doesn't cry" "Well she did" "Valerie Carnegie hasn't cried in a million years. It will take her deep love for you to make her cry"

She was in tears sobbing as she rushed for her chair. It was time for Sigilai to give his remarks. “I don’t know where to begin. My heart is heavy. It is as clear as a reflection of a mirror that my daughter is innocently being crucified. I can feel in my heart the pain that she is experiencing right now. And I am sure that some, among you seated here today, share the feelings. This is my child. I have known her for long. I won’t deny, at times, she can be such a complicated puzzle and headstrong. But she is always genuine. I call upon you the elders of Kapsoket to be fair, impartial and just as you decide on what is before you. Thoroughly scrutinize every piece of information laid before yo

More than anyone else, she was indescribably happy, if Elias had just passed the exam, she wouldn't know how she was supposed to live. "Why are you crying? Seeing you awake is not happy or too emotional, but you still can't see all the tears you've wiped away." Elias said so, but he was the one who knew best. Vera cried a lot because of him. Really, he didn't want to, but he couldn't understand why he struggled to get out of that place. Until he felt exhausted and tired and wanted to let go, but because of her he used all his strength to get out of it.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Veronica was so angry that her face turned red. But she still played the part of the victim and stared at Thiago with teary eyes, “Thiago… Don’t believe… Don’t believe in him… Ah!” Thiago's eyes were icy cold as he pulled his arm away. Veronica nearly fell to the ground as she swayed. The anger and humiliation of being deeply deceived, coupled with some regret that had nowhere to vent and mingled emotions, had made his heart hammer.

He grumbled a little before muttering incoherent words beneath his breath, but I caught most of it. "...always frolicking... is that what all women without wolves do..." My body went rigid. The words had pierced right straight through me. I looked down at the man who had said it but couldn't make out his face in the darkness. Pulling away from beneath the shelter, I began to walk off. My feet dragged against the ground as tears welled up in my eyes. He is right. Why did Alaric even choose me? Why did he make me his Luna when I was this useless?

Carter grit his teeth for the next hour and howled in rage. “Moon Goddess! End my agony” Verona cried out in a sobs. “Please kill my son! I would rather see him dead than be a carbon copy of his father! Lucius Luthor, I Verona Luthor REJECT YOU!” She screamed. She cried out in more pain as the connection to her chosen mate snapped, afterwards, Verona passed out from the pain. He kept staring at me like he wanted to say something pain, written all over his face.

"He’s also the one who makes me laugh, even when I don’t want to. Even when I shouldn’t. He makes things feel lighter, even when everything’s falling apart.” Achilles clutches his chest dramatically. “Stop, I’m gonna cry.” Valentine rolls his eyes. “Come closer, I'll make you.” I turn to glare at the both of them. "I'm trying to communicate here." "It's actually called soliloquy, and not communication, but yeah. Sure." "Can you shut the fuck up? Do you ever?" Valentine growls at Achilles. I can't help but chuckle. "Is it funny now?" He asks me, exasperated.