Wordgirl Crying Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure. We need to wait a little.” I turn back to Gwen and give her an encouraging smile. “Hold on, okay? Don’t be afraid, I’m right here.” Her brown eyes are looking right at me, unwavering. A tear slips free from the corner of one eye and flows towards her ear and to the bedsheet. She doesn’t blink. “Gwen?” I call, stroking her forehead. That’s when the pain hits. It feels like something is tearing me from the inside, trying to claw its way through.

Peace is sobbing she hears War cry, she immediately wipes her tears and stands up to carry War on her arms. “Sorry, if mommy is being so weak…” She said to War that has just stopped crying when she got in his mother’s arms. “I’m sorry for being a weak baby.” She said, looking at Chaos grave. She closes her eyes and starts to hum while moving a little, even her eyes are close tears are falling on her face. It’s painful that he won’t be with her anymore but what makes her even in so much pain is the fact that War won’t even get a chance to meet his dad even just once.

Her limbs limp from the hurtful event that she obtained from the cruel stepmother. "Cheng...why does my butt hurt so much...?" Her voice becomes raspy trying to appease the two swollen red bums. The small silhouette pops out from under the pillow exposing that he was also crushed under it. [Shut up...my nose hurts too!] He exclaims while rubbing the button nose. He looks over the girl and starts to laugh out... He didn't expect that the first world to be quite harsh for the girl! The girl glares at the little guardian. "Why are you laughing?... This seriously hurts!" Two lines of tears spill from the violet irised eyes. The scene is a silly sight to behold although the girl is crying her eye

She cried. All I could do was stare at her. I was too scared of looking away at this point as I feared that she would die if I did. "It's okay. . .Gwen. . .it's okay. You'll be fine. You don't have to fight anymore," Rainbow said. "You can't leave me," Gwen cried. "You can't," she said and began to sob. Selene joined us on the floor and cried. "I'm so sorry. . .I shouldn't have been short tempered. I shouldn't have hurt you," she cried.

she flinched in fear I seen tears flowing from her eyes and her nose turned red she is hiccuping due to more crying I thrown a paper and said "write ten thousand times that you're wrong" she nodded her head and took the paper I looked at her she is writing while crying even whole paper became wet due to her tears this girl really easily made me angry now I'm feeling pitiful I went near her she is still writing I took the paper she said while wiping tears "didn't sobbb finished yet sobb" I replied "shhh I know this punishment is enough" she is still crying I took tissue and wiped her tears delicately she simply looks like a glass doll

As I entered, I found Guila holding my shredded clothes, her eyes filled with fury. "Did he do this to you?" she growled, tightly gripping the torn fabric. I remained silent, my gaze fixed on her. Finally, I gathered my composure and approached her. I wordlessly took the shredded pieces from her hands, retrieving the rest of the torn clothes. Guila's eyes were filled with tears as she asked the question. It was a sight I had never witnessed before—a genuine care and concern directed towards me. It sent shivers down my spine, and I could no longer hold back my tears. Collapsing into a hug with Guila, I clung to her tightly, allowing my tears to flow freely.

Crystal felt bad seeing Georgia in such a mood and she dropped her bag on the sofa by the side of the room, she went to sit down by her friend to console her in the best possible way that she could. On catching a glimpse of her friend, Georgia shrieked even further looking all red from weeping all day. Her eyes were swollen and her face was sticky from the tears and sweat as her air condition was not in motion. Crystal held on to her calmed her down and told her to stop crying and explain what had happened. Finding it difficult to stop, Georgia looked her friend in the face and the only thing that came out of her mouth was "Why me", as she increased the magnitude of her sobbing.

The room blurs, and the world around me fades into a haze of sorrow and disbelief. Tears well up in my eyes, blinding me to everything except the pain that consumes my being. It becomes increasingly difficult to draw breath, as if the air itself has turned heavy and suffocating. I reach out for support, searching for solace in the embrace of my godparents. Lola's trembling voice breaks through the fog of despair, her words a desperate plea, "Oh no, God! Someone catch her before she hits her head!"

"I'm okay, Baby. Please don't cry anymore, alright?" Byan gently wiped away the tears streaming from Kia's tired, brown eyes. The girl hadn’t stopped crying, her tears flowing uncontrollably since earlier—an overwhelming mix of relief and lingering shock. "I-I can’t... can’t stop, Byan. My tears... they just keep falling..." The girl, with her long hair disheveled from crying, was still sobbing when Byan pulled her close into his arms. Kia instantly wrapped her arms around his waist, seeking comfort.

"Why are you already this hysterical, hm?" "It hurts, you know! It hurts so much it feels like it's going to tear!" Isolde’s crying broke out completely. The plump girl turned her face to the side, hiding her tears against the white pillow that was now wet with her tears and the remaining rainwater from her hair.