Wall E Cry Novels & Stories

In an outburst of irritation, he shouts at his wife, pleading for her to calm down. "Shut up, Miranda! Shut up!" David's voice carries a mix of frustration and desperation as he tries to drown out her cries. Seeing her tears, he feels a surge of annoyance and impatience, unable to comprehend her emotional state in the midst of their current crisis. He harshly rebukes her, pleading for her to stop crying. "You are irritating me! Stop crying already!" David's words are sharp and devoid of empathy, his own panic clouding his ability to console his wife in this moment of distress.

A big girl that still cries like a 15-year-old, yes that's who I'm becoming gradually. “Don't cry Tanya, it's not worth it. They're not worth it” I repeated like a mantra while gulping deep, damp breaths. “ if you cry they'd hear it, so don’t”, I said willing myself not to bawl my eyes out. I couldn't call Mom and Dad for an extension at the moment, they already have enough bills to handle. Looking up, I came face to face with a note pasted across the wall, “Dear freak, we found some trash in the machines and threw it down the chute. If you want it back, dive for it”

You two really missed everything. Zogo Walton: Stop spamming. She’s eating her breakfast. Group Chat: Silence Wendel: …Yes, Sir. Gareth: …Understood, Sir. Treveno: …Noted, Sir. Brook: That was terrifying. Jerald: Agreed. Finn: Please continue panicking quietly. Cristy: (Sent a sticker: Saluting emoji)

"Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry. Is Neil Wesley even a man?!" He stood there silently, wiping away the tears as soon as they fell, afraid to let me see a single tear, even suppressing his sobs, afraid to make a sound. I was at my wit's end, using the excuse of buying dinner to leave the room, forbidding him from leaving. Even though I could have ordered room service, I didn't, I just needed to get out for some fresh air.

[BELLS JINGLE LOUDER] —— "The night has finally come!" There, I quietly hissed to myself albeit glaring at my reflection in a golden framed huge mirror. Nothingness but tears started to make a hideous waterfall on the floor of my cheeks. I clutched my chest instantly when I felt my heart start to beat against the unsteady walls of my chest. There is possibly nothing I can do than just allow tears to flood across my face. Dread had already touched every part of my throbbing organ with its sticky fingertips. "My tears…! How long do I have to cry!? Tis going to happen, I cannot escape it." I stuttered under my quivering breath, while both of my hands began to tremble.

Meanwhile, Wallace finally came to. He stared blankly at the screen, at the vials exploding one after another, and his body gave out. "Everything… is ruined." Rage burned in his eyes. He charged toward Elijah, who was hiding in the corner, trying to make himself invisible. "You walking disaster! You're a godforsaken idiot! Why would you install pirated software that you bought online? Were you really that short on money? Look at the mess you made! Every single sample is destroyed! What are you going to use to pay for it?"

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

But tonight, the currency had devalued to zero. Eddie’s laugh cut through my thoughts, cold and jagged. He wasn't the "God of War" defending his queen; he was the jailer mocking a prisoner who dared to rattle the bars. “You think words like that will hurt her? Maggie?” Eddie’s voice was a whip, cracking over the sound of the surf. “Don't make me laugh. She’s made of ice and ambition. She doesn't feel insults; she calculates them.” He turned to the onlookers, his posture rigid and commanding. “Go back to your drinks! My wife is simply having a moment of... dramatic flair.”

She looked at the ceiling as fresh tears rolled down her eyes. She is not crying because she is sad, she is crying because she could avoid it in this life. Her phone buzzed. It was warren. “how are you doing my wifey?” Faith smiled at nothing.

Why the fuck aren't you working now? Krysie mentally facepalms to herself. She's left with no choice but to go with the flow. After all, this is the consequence of her Idiocracy this morning. ELIAS TAPPED his table using his pen. He can't hide a smirk forming on his lips while staring outside the glass wall of his office. A wonderful night view of New York City. This will be a great night after all. It was actually fine if his brat would crush Rolls Royce into pieces, he won't mind. But it's a good advantage to take her back. Besides, when he called this afternoon for compensation, she thought it was that jack*ss that's why she suddenly burst out.