Aang Crying Novels & Stories

Ally hugged both of us. "I'm not going to die" I mumbled and Ally smacked the back of my head. "If you continue doing this shit, one day, you'll bleed to death" Ally said and took a deep breath. "Stop doing this, Angel" she pleaded. "You're not the only one hurt, you're hurting us too" Rachel sobbed and I rolled my eyes. "You need help, Angel" she sighed. "I'm sorry" I groaned. "Now please stop crying" I begged when I saw the guys walking to us. She wiped her tears away and glared at me.

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

The resident on-again-off-again so-called couple of Silverdale University were unbearable to stomach at the best of times, but today Angel was feeling exceptionally sensitive and so she ducked into the nearest restroom with the intention of giving herself a moment to breathe. What she didn’t intend was to find somebody crying inside. Cringing at how loudly she had entered the restroom, she thought for a moment of turning right back around and heading out again. Maybe whoever was having a full-on snot session inside the farthest stall wouldn’t hear them come in over their own crying. Yet the moment the door clicked shut behind Angel, the

Will it be like that for mom too? Larry’s mother is practically dragged out of the room screaming for him to stay alive. His father is oddly calm and he gives the rest of us kids a short nod before he leaves, as if saying goodbye to us. It is Angela’s turn to bid goodbye to her family next. But none of them come. I walk over to the lounge chair where Angela is sitting with her head down. Her long black hair is untied and messy strands are covering her face. “Angela?” Taking a seat next to her, I pull back loose strands of hair behind her hunched shoulder. She does not look at me, but I notice a dark puddle in the carpet underneath her and realize that she has been crying.

She felt full of beams thinking about it but then draw out her smiles upon remembering her poor angel. "Of course. Our angel is looking over us right now." "Do you think my baby is happy?" She couldn't help herself anymore. The tears she buried deep down inside now rose up and exited through her eyes. She was quelling herself from crying for the past two months because she wanted to show her family that she's fine, she's strong enough to handle the pain.

The hollow click rang out, and both boys flinched so hard it looked like they’d been hit. Scott let out a mocking laugh. “Jesus Christ, listen to you two. You want to be Made someday? Man the fuck up. You’re whining over what? A few good nights? You had your fun, and now you’re crying because it’s over. Get over it.” Angelo’s sobs were uncontrollable, his face pale as he turned toward me, his wide, tear-filled eyes pleading. He shook his head violently, his lips moving silently. “I can’t do it. I can’t do it.”

Angela asked, then burst out laughing. I wiped my face, half-laughing, half-crying now. "Stop laughing,it's not funny".

I had been through hell all my life but I wasn't someone who could hurt anyone. His body was shaking in my arms. And I knew it as anger. I knew he wanted to cry but he couldn't do that in front of me so I just tapped his.back to give him emotional support. After some seconds, I felt something like liquid touching my leg and I widened my mouth. Alpha Ansel was crying in my arms! How was it possible that a powerful Alpha-King like him could cry in my arms? I was so curious to see his face and be sure that indeed he was crying but I decided against it.

She chirps. “Where are you?” “With Ethan… what’s wrong? Are you okay?” “Everything’s is wrong Angela, everything is so wrong!” I cry into the phone. I don’t realize when the tears begin to fall from my eyes. “Hey, hey, chill out, I’ll be right there in a few minutes okay… just stay where you are” She said. “Okay” The line goes dead and I pack up the P.T kit on the counter before walking out into the bedroom.