Who Says A Man Don T Cry Mga Nobela at Kwento

My voice cracked around the word. "I don't think a man like you would cry for someone if you didn't love them," he added with a sullen smile. I brought the pads of my fingers beneath my eyes and, sure enough, they were wet with tears I didn't recall shedding. Swallowing the razor blade of emotion cutting my throat, I rasped, "Love doesn't sum up what I feel. No word in any language can name it."

He was crying. Like he was… CRYING! Manly and elegantly, he wiped the tears off his left cheek before pinching his eyes shut for a brief second and then smiled while looking down. “How far along?” He asked and I tried to do the quick math, but my brain was still in a daze after seeing his tears. Men don’t cry. Leave men aside, but KAYDEN WOLF DOES NOT CRY!!! At all. But he was, sitting in front of me with glossy eyes.

My eyes swelled with tears, I needed Jack here, he was the only one I had left. “Sure, Don. When do you suggest I come?” He asked me, he could already see how disorganized I was. “Anytime you can. I'll be waiting” “I'll come” “Meeting adjourned” And I ended the video call. I hated the feeling, but I couldn't help it. Although godfather had said men are not supposed to cry when he saw me crying next to his deathbed, I just could not help but cry. Sometimes it's okay to cry, Grace had also said.

“Hey, lady, why are you crying? I didn't hurt you, it was a mistake, my bad” Katie Clyde swatted nonexistent tears and mumbled, “yeah, isn't your fault, why am I crying?” The question rendered the young man speechless, “what a drama queen” he muttered, Katie Clyde walked away directly, she didn't know that she had just walked out on her new Boss.

A big man of over one meter stood under the tree without saying a word, silently shedding tears. “Kai...Kai...why are you crying?" The man's tears flowed even more fiercely when Aurora asked. She looked at the man crying, pitifully. She felt panicked. “Kai, stop crying, huh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to speak that one to you. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can find our way back. We’ll be fine.” This man cries so pitifully. It directly softened Aurora’s heart. She had watched some of his movies and dramas and she always admired how well he could act.

I smiled through the ache in my chest and gently took his face in both my hands, thumbs wiping the fresh tears from under his eyes. "You are human, Lucian. Emotions are part of being human either man, woman, or a fish." He chuckled . I kept wiping his cheeks softly as I spoke. "What about dad. He is so strong. Does he cry?" Lucian whispered. "Your dad is human too. It's okay for him to cry. Hell, if I ever see him cry, I'll clean his pretty face just like this-" I brushed another tear away. "Because when people cry, it doesn't mean they're weak. It just means they've carried a lot... and they've finally had enough."

Now who's the selfish here? "You all think that I'm a man so I'm made of stone, that I never feel the pain, that I never got hurt, that I don't have a heart that I-I can't cry because I'm an Aaron and mayor of city ,strong ,powerful man don't cry" Aaron laugh bitterly. "You just think about yourself! And your feelings. Didn't ask about my feelings!"

He did not think she was the type of woman who would easily cry, but seeing her like that caused him pain. He leaned in closer to her and placed his thumb underneath her eye rim. She widened her eyes at him but he didn’t seem faltered. “Don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry like this. Don’t shed your tears for the people who don’t even care about you. Your tears are too expensive, Vian.” She was bewildered by his statement, she never thought he was a man capable of saying such words. He retreated his fingers and stared at her once again, this time with a smile on his face. Without saying anything else, he pulled her in an embrace. Burying his face on her neck.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lavigne. I was carried away." "It's alright, darling. You're very much allowed to cry. Don't think that the saying, 'big men don't cry' is true. It's not. People cry because it's the only thing that can make us feel better. Crying is also one form of surrendering ourselves to God. Always remember that."

, What would become of her “You know I don't allow you to cry” The Don said, he wasn't angry or upset, rather he had a soft expression on his face “How can I not cry when you are telling me you will be dead in three months?” She asked her voice breaking down “Don't cry too much, with how strict I am about you, am sure you are glad. Now you can do whatever you want once am dead* he said with a laugh “I don't want to do anything, I just want you in my life” she wrapped her arms around him and cried, The Don patted her back