Alucard Crying Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm not sure how long I have stopped here crying, trying to break out before the door opens and I see Alaric. Rushing I hug him. "You fucking asshole." Screaming, I hit him; I thought he was dead. "You're a fucking prick!" My words are loud and he laughs. "It's not funny." My words are quiet as I cry, my body shaking against him. "I'm fine. Stop worrying." He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I'm fine, see. Calm down, please, before you make yourself sick." He pulls me to him.

I said seriously then left him dumbfounded Unexpectedly, tears welled up in my eyes I feel a lot of chest pain right now and I don't know why tears won't stop in my eyes while walking they started looking at me the world really hates me "Why is the destined Alpha of Ulkira's Clan crying?"

I walked into the chamber, going straight to the room and walking in, seeing the condition he was in, the doctor by his bedside, I felt everything dissolve as I fell backward, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Alaric!” I screamed as I covered my mouth. The moment I saw the condition he was in, it was like a shock that awakened all my senses, increasing the pain I was feeling as I rushed to his bedside, grabbing his hand as I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Alaric, this can’t be happening to you. Open your eyes, please. You can’t be in this condition. What happened to you?” I asked him as I placed my head on his hand, tears streaming down my cheeks.

I turned back from the steps and hid in a small room as he passed by me. “Now, why is my songbird so sad?” He says. I start to shake because she’s not going to be ok soon. She’s crying. The Alpha doesn’t like crying. “Fuck you!” She says. She’ll gets lots of cuts for that one. It’s going to hurt bad. She won’t be ok and Alpha Lucius will be sad. I listen to them talk.

She has already been through so much since the death of her mother, I do not want her to suffer anymore. "Richard, are you crying?" Alpha Victor chokes out a bitter laugh. I did not even realize that the tears already started to flow down my cheeks. My hands hastily reach for my cheek and I wipe the tears off my eyes. Not even my tears can make Alpha Victor sympathise with him, he is a psychotic man with no feelings for anyone else, he only cares about himself.

I turned to see Alaric standing with his fist clenched and his veins being visible like they were about to pop out of his skin. His eyes were still glued on the man's lifeless body and one could tell he wished he could still kill the man ten thousand times. With tears still running down my eyes and my back still bent on the vanity, I completely broke down and cried more. I had no idea why I was crying even more even though I know nothing is going to happen to me anymore, or perhaps it was just the torture I went through and the way he had touched me and maybe I was glad I was finally saved.

Then I found myself staring in the mirror. “This face is beautiful,” I murmured and tried to touch it but I couldn’t. I looked around and this place is beautiful. I can’t help but to smile and wonder what place I am right now. “Vishiea!” My attention shifted when I was triggered by that person shouting. My forehead knotted when I saw a lady crying while walking toward me. She’s crying, she hugged me tight and there’s a lot more characters behind her that I don’t know. “You’re awake, thank you.” She cried and a man got closer to us. She tapped the lady’s shoulder. Confused, I just watched her and let her hug me.

I waited, hoping he’d stop me, apologize, ask me to stay. Instead, his voice was cold and final. “I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack. I accept your rejection and never want to see you near me or my pack again. From this moment, you are nothing to me.” Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way. For a brief second, I thought he might catch me. But he didn’t move. I clung to the edge of the desk, using it to steady myself as tears streamed down my face. Without another word, I turned and ran, each step heavier than the last.

"Today, I'm holding a funeral for Stasia, and I'm live-streaming the whole thing. I want everyone to see the truth!" As the camera slowly panned, the funeral came into view for all the viewers. Emma began displaying the evidence I'd saved piece by piece. Chloe's vicious threatening messages flashed across the screen, each word dripping with chilling malice. Next came audio recordings of my family hurling abuse at me. The harsh voices made viewers cringe. My actual medical records were shown, clearly documenting the agony of Wolf Soul Deterioration in stark detail. Then came clips of me live-streaming to earn tips, forcing myself to smile through the pain while my pale face struggled to inter

We ascend the stairs. My head starts hurting me out of nowhere. I clutch my head tightly as if to stop the throbbing ache. Visions of lunar storms, destruction of celestial bodies and werewolves plague my mind's eye. I scream as I fall on the floor, convulsing and rolling down the stairs. What is happening to me? I haven't turned eighteen yet; it's still three fucking months until my eighteenth birthday. "What is wrong with you? Are you okay?" Jessica's voice sounds so distant, like she is in a faraway world or another time. "Your skin is turning blue!" She shrieks in fear.