泣ける Novels & Stories

My grip on the jug faltered, and the glass shattered on the ground at once, my throat still dry, my legs soaked with the water and my face a hot mess from the continuous streaming of tears from my eyes. "I am sorry."

She wept. Gabriella Naomi King cried and cried until she had no more tears to shed

I trу tо fix my hаіr аѕ I’m sobbing, but I еnd uр knосkіng my рurѕе іntо thе guttеr. I ѕԛuаt and gаthеr thе іtеmѕ thаt have ѕріllеd оntо thе road. Tears ѕtаrt pouring dоwn my сhееkѕ, mіxіng іn wіth the rаіn. Sо much fоr my ѕmаrt рlаn. Whаt a fаіlurе! I соvеr mу fасе аnd sob some mоrе, ѕtuсk оut here оn thе соld, rаіnу ѕtrееt.

“What kind of lies is this ROGUE! I will end your life with my own hands!” Crystal collapses to the floor, tears streaming down her face, overwhelmed by the enormity of the revelation.

This is the first time he's seeing his boss cry "is... Is... Is that tears"He asked surprised or rather scared "why will an onion be this wicked. It made me cry....i can't help it "He said and burst into uncontrollable tears

It's as if he can see the pain in my eyes and knows exactly what I'm going through. "Bella," He sighs, and it's like he just turned on the faucet for my tears. The emotions well up within me, and I can't hold back the flood of tears that stream down my cheeks. I did not plan on crying, but his sympathetic gaze pierces through my defenses, evoking a deep sense of sadness that overflows into tears.

Shattered into a million irreparable pieces. The dam inside me finally shattered. It wasn't a gentle crack, but an explosion, a violent rupture that released the torrent I had been desperately holding back. I staggered back from the mirror, pressing a shaking hand over my mouth, desperate to stifle the sounds, as the sobs poured out, uncontrollable, ugly, and raw. They ripped from my throat, tearing through my chest, each one a testament to the agonizing pain I had suppressed for so long. I sank to the cold, unforgiving tiled floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, rocking back and forth, gasping through the storm of grief I’d been holding in since the mome

Agony tore through me like a blade, each word a searing wound that cut into my heart. "He's hurt!" The words echoed like a scream inside my skull, a relentless reminder of the pain that was unfolding before me. "B—Bonbon!" My cry was a raw, guttural sound, ripped from the depths of my soul as I witnessed my small friend's suffering. "Id—Idrish strong. Id—Idrish f—f—fight!" A single tear welled up in Bonbon's eye, a shimmering testament to his anguish. Pranaiahn tears were a rarity, carrying the weight of profound longing and sorrow. Their single eyes rarely shed tears, but when they did, those tears held emotions that were both beautiful and devastating.

I was crying in pain and pleasure. * #TBC

Not like this atleast. "JAACK S-STOP!" I said fumbling with my words. But his pace increased and he was soon hurting me, just like he said he would. I bit my lip trying not to moan or make anymore noise in hopes that he would stop. But with each thrust it became harder and harder to do. I was soon to exhausted to speak or to even move. My body went weak and I couldn't breathe. He stopped and put back on his clothes and I started crying. I tried to get up and grab my clothes but I failed.