Bendy Crying Novels & Stories

" Now she sounded like she was about to cry "Don't have any other best friend okay" she just cries over the phone, which makes me break down too we were both crying like babies over the phone and my mom began to cry, Johnny's mum too then Johnny Caleb sobs a little "dude are you for real?" Luther said with an unbelievable expression "Sorry" he sobs "I just have a little something in my eye, I think I need some fresh air" he rushes outside

I took a deep breath and spoke. "Benedick..." I called just in case. But still nothing. "You know Elly is big.. our son.. he's handsome and he's cute Benedick. I know you're there listening to me.. please talk to me.." I said hoarsely when I heard his breathing. My chest tightened as he came down, the call that made me cry forever. I cried in tears I sat in the corner, my two knees raised and my two hands wrapped around it while my chin rested on my knees. I was quietly crying in the corner. My tears kept flowing.

And sometimes she pukes the entire soup out again. Ben crawls into bed behind her, pulling her into his arms. Tears start strolling down her face again, but it’s the only indication of her reacting. Ben cradles her and whispers soothing words while she sobs hoarsely again. Her hand starts to glow as it falls accidentally against Ben’s chest, causing us all to gasp and watch her exactly. Her facial expression never changes. It’s as if she’s running on auto mode doing this until the hand stops to glow.

"Why are you crying, Pretty?" asked Bik Upik. Then, carefully, Bik Upik removed the tape covering the girl's mouth. But surprisingly, the girl cried without making a sound. She cried silently. "Pretty, are you okay? Where does it hurt?" Cyra remained silent, but her tears continued to fall. Bik Upik saw that Cyra's smooth skin showed several abrasions. "Are you in pain?" Cyra's tears became heavier. "Wait a moment. I wanna get hot water and treat your wound." However, Cyra quickly held Bik Upik's hand.

Then, when she sees me, hovering over her, her eyes open fully and she tried to move away but her body says otherwise. "Please, do not." I beg with a teary eyed facial expression. If I am a Vampire who can cry, I would have by what happened within a space of minutes, but I have lived to a stage that I have seen different horrors and no matter what, I can only be so devastated, but can't sob. It's crazy.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

My body trembles with the impact, the injuries jolting my very bones. "Ah!" I scream in pain, tears pooling in my eyes as I close them. "Someone help me, please...someone please..." It is daylight still, someone should have seen me by now. What happened to all the people? I start to cry as the man bends down, laying his hands flat on both sides of my body, hovering above me. "Don't cry!" he shouts at me, his hand moving to my neck and his long fingers wrapping around it. "Don't you fucking cry." As he squeezes softly, more tears spring from my eyes. "I said don't cry!"

11 I was bent down on the ground with my head in my knees, crying in the middle of the bathroom—luckily nobody was in here. The door opened but I couldn't stop crying. I tried to stop and compose myself before someone saw me in the midst of a breakdown but I could not stop. I couldn't get the crying to stop. It was a waterfall. A burst water pipe. "Hey," a soft voice spoke. Someone bent down, wrapping their arms around me. "It's okay. Just—breathe."

she pointed to herself, her body shaking from the sobs. Bryan didn’t understand what was going on. He tried to piece it together, but it wasn't fitting. Mrs Clampett, crying, not just before her son, but before her son’s friend also… something fascinating must have happened. He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t, slowly, he let his ego lose and walked up to his mum. “Well, stop crying” he managed to say, he sighed heavily and then sat beside her on the other chair. He held her hands “Mum, please stop crying”

Then she stretched out her hand to take a sip of water. Bent sat on the couch opposite her. He took off his white suit and placed it on the back of the couch. He crossed his legs and looked at her with gleaming eyes. Bethany felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze. She shrank her neck and asked, “Mr. Meyer, what are you looking at?” Bent propped his head and laughed. "I'm looking at your eyes. You look beautiful after you've cried. it must be much more stunning when you are crying?Unfortunately, it was too dark to see it just now.”