Vergil May Cry Novels & Stories

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

But because it was already late at night, they decided to meet early the next morning. Now kneeling in the front of different angry eyes, piercing through her soul, Veronica didn't know what to do at that moment. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying all night. She knew she was in deep trouble and the end was near. She cried silently as she wished that the ground would actually give way and swallow her up, or that someone would magically show up and save her from the doom that was about to befall her.

Therefore, even if Vireo was covered in tears, he still remained seated in his car without making a move at all. The traffic got worse. Many people, who had great guts, got out of their car and went to have a closer look, so the traffic got worse. Lucius was on the ground hugging his wife and was shouting at the top of his lungs in tears. "My dear, o-our family is going to be broken. What was even our point in this? I know I'm wrong. I know I'm wrong. I have made mistakes in this life. I deserved this. Woman, why did you have to die before me? My dear…wait for me."

he cut her off and they all chuckled dryly, their mood returning to the gloomy dowdy one. Elena gave way to Vera who stepped forward with Micheal. Vera stared at the grave and sighed. The tears she thought she had buried found their way back to her eyes. “Father.….” her voice cracked as pain wrecked through her. “I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to your father, and... And it hurts.” she expressed blinking back the tears.

SHAMSHIEL Cain slumped over, his body falling forward, arm outstretched to where Verity’s body lay. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to be a nightmare, but I knew that wasn’t the case. Angelic tears leaked around my lashes as I forced my eyes open. Cain’s eyes were closed, his mouth pressed into a thin line, the rise and fall of his chest steady. For a fleeting moment I was jealous of him, that he was missing some of this hell on Earth. A scream simmered in my chest, bubbling up and up before forcing its way out of my mouth unbidden. Throwing my head back it burst forth, a scream like none I had ever heard before. It thundered across the barren battlefield and those remaining froze in pla

Ashely turned with tears in the eyes to glare at Valeria who was texting William, "Valeria, you've been on your phone this whole time! Shouldn't you show some concern for our poor father who's lying on the hospital bed?" Valeria replied with a cold stare, "What's wrong with me being on my phone? I can't put on a such a act in front of everyone, I'm not actresses like both of you after all." "Watch your words, how could you say that?" "Do you know that the person who cries the loudest in a funeral is someone who's actually just putting up an act? The people who are truly upset normally cries silently in the corner. I can't bear to watch the disgusting crying act that you've been putting on si

And if so, what was the name of this cruel, impossible feeling? What if one day I woke up in my own body and she was gone? What if Veronica hurt her again and she cried, calling her mommy, believing I was still her mother? “Why are you crying?” Dante asked softly, making me flinch again. I wiped my tears, but they kept falling. “Sorry. I just feel like she has nothing but a crappy mother. Damn it. Why is she so unlucky? She shouldn’t have been born as Veronica’s daughter.” “Are you regretting now whatever you did to our daughter?” he asked, finally putting his phone aside.

BMOM ➭ 113 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – “I really admire our godmother, love. So many men, yet she never gets pregnant,” said Virgilio—Virgilia by night, gossip queen by day. “She says it’s all prayer, love. Maybe she’s God’s favorite. Hahaha!” teased his wife, Jane. Whose life are they gossiping about now? They were flirting and gossiping right in front of me—multitasking at its finest.

His hands dug into his hair, head bowed, and then— He cried. For the first time in years, Roman’s breath hitched with sobs he couldn’t suppress. The kind that broke from the core, ugly and raw. There was no one around to witness it—just ash, smoke, and the hollow sound of his grief echoing across the wreckage. “Vera…” he choked out, staring up at the black sky. “Please… just give me a sign…” He pounded a fist into the ground. “Tell me you’re alive. Tell me I didn’t lose you too.”

It literally made me weep. The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.