Wailing Cry Novels & Stories

All I can hear is the sorrow and anger in Izzy’s cry. “NOOO!”

I screαmed. The second αcross my bαck. “PLEΑSE…..!” I cried out αgαin. I wαs sobbing now. I couldn’t even count how mαny lαshes I hαd received. My body wαs trembling‚ burning‚ breαking‚ αnd she just kept going. I wαs begging‚ crying‚ screαming‚ but it didn’t stop. She just kept going‚ even when I begged her to stop‚ even when my voice crαcked αnd I stαrted choking on my own sobs.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

Trembling and shaking with screams. Kayle quickly turned on the lights and looked back. Aerial sat up and began to wake the crying child shaking her, calling "Loathefiya! Loathefiya! Wake up... Wake up! What's wrong? LOATHEFIYA!" but the child kept crying and didn't stop in half sleep

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

“Lily, you’re going to feel a lot of tugging now.” Lily’s grip on my hand becomes strong. Her eyes roll back slightly. “Aiden... I don’t like this. Make it stop.” “Almost there,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re doing so well. You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little longer.” Suddenly, there’s a wet, squelching sound, followed by a heavy silence. I hold my breath, waiting... And then, a thin, wailing cry breaks the tension. It’s so high-pitched.

Her heart sank with the weight of everything she had been holding back, and as if in perfect harmony with her despair, the babies began to cry—each of their tiny wails echoing the hurt she felt inside. She tried to gather herself, tried to push down the sorrow threatening to overwhelm her, but it was no use. Tears spilled from her eyes as she approached her infants. With trembling hands, she carefully cradled them, desperately trying to hush their cries. "Shh... please... it's okay..." she whispered, her voice shuddering with each breath. But the more she tried to soothe them, the louder their cries became, filling the room with a chorus of distress.

A cry ripped from my throat, raw, broken, unrestrained. It was the sound of a mother mourning, of a girl condemned, of a soul breaking into pieces.

his wife asked, crying in worry. "To give the most painful death."

I pleaded to the moon goddess as I continue crying, holding her to my heart as she stop breathing. Please .... Please ....... Please don't take her with us .... Cailly ..... Cailly ..... Cailly!!!!