Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

What the fuck!” Terrence shouted. Terrence Jude Alvarez. He is a young multi-billionaire business person and at the same time a mafia. Everyone was frightened of him because of his way of killing. He is powerful in the underground, the world where mafias belong. He sells anything, everything, and no one can stop him. “Please, don’t!” Ayiesha’s crying plea. Meet Ayiesha Claire Montebon, the daughter of a billionaire, the wife of Terrence Jude Alvarez. But, the accident happened. She had amnesia. And Terrence is in a state of coma. Will they meet again? However, does Terrence say goodbye to Ayiesha forever?

Katniss Redwood was an 18-year-old rogue shewolf who was unaware of her true origin. She was petite and fragile, with long black hair that made her large emerald-green eyes stand out. Alexander was the 23-year-old Alpha of the Black Stone Pack. He was strong, athletic and tall, with blond hair and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Michael was the Black Stone Pack Beta. Unlike the Alpha, his best friend, he had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, but he was tall and athletic like his alpha. He was 22 years old. Katniss enters the Black Stone Pack when fleeing from rogues who were chasing her with bad intentions. She didn\'t imagine that her whole life would change. Alexander is her mate, and she ends up becoming the Luna of the pack. Michael was in love with Alexander from a young age, but never revealed his feelings to his friend. Can the love of the three survive the strange circumstance that keeps them together?

After a brutal, heart wrenching family split, Tiana Williams began to unveil life as parent's divorce pushed her into the limelight in a school where she was socially inexistent. Nothing is warmer than the bad boy with a sweet heart caring for the quite nerd. Her new phase of life cracks a wall for Blake Anthony to creep in. She felt getting high over everything as she thought she lost it all, not knowing she just started. A young teenager with low knowledge of life starts analysing and making life decisions recklessly. It didn't go well, it wasn't so nice, it was more than a disaster. Little did she know that she had many things left from her first loss. So Nice#ProjectNigeria

"In other circumstances, I would've made you all mine" he whispered once more his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I felt my knees weaken, he winked, leaving me standing there unable to move a foot. Does he have to tease me this way? God!! This boy, is going to be the death of me!! What will happen when a girl starts falling for her hot arrogant friend who happens to live the next room? when Scarlett's best friend from childhood Anthony is back to hometown after twelve years, what will happen when she discovers how much he changed? he's this hot irresistible and arrogant guy, who started living with her under the same roof.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

This is a story of Esmeralda Puccho, the daughter of Anthony and Griselda Puccho. Esmeralda grew up with her Aunty, Martha, after her homeland was destroyed by the war and her parents left with nothing to take care of her. On her twenty one birthday, Esmeralda was married off to a very strong and ruthless Mafia lord, Gustavo as a Collateral for a failed business between her Aunty and Gustavo. Her life came in a harrowing moment of self defense when she was faced with a life threatening situation at the hands of her abusive husband, Gustavo. Esmeralda was confronted with a new set of challenges, determined to provide for her triplet sons and establish her own Identify. Will Esmeralda be able to fulfill this amidst the stumbling blocks and challenges? The answer all in the chapters. Happy reading!

lyra olson has spent the last four years raising her son adrian alone, until the father Tristan ambrose A black alpha wereWolf, suddenly appears.as the powerful head of the Ambrose Family and secret patriarch of the black werewolf clan, Tristan demand she and the child move in with him, Since on then Lyra found herself in the whirlpool of the supernatural world.

I was supposed to be the pampered youngest daughter of the Falcone crime family. My fiancé was Lorenzo, the heir to the Caruso dynasty. I had three brothers who were the most feared men on the streets. But everything changed the moment my long-lost older sister returned. "Isabella was kidnapped by our enemies when she was three. She went through hell until the family found her at eighteen. Why can’t you just cut her some slack?" "Elena, if Isabella hadn't gone missing, the Don would never have had you just to fill the void. You owe her your life. What right do you have to compete with her?" Time and again, I stepped back into the shadows for my sister. But on the night before my wedding, Isabella called Lorenzo. "Lorenzo... I’m at the Old Port docks. There’s a strange car here and three men just got out... I’m so scared..." Lorenzo didn't even wait to hear the rest. He slammed on the brakes and kicked me out of the car in the middle of a torrential downpour. I clung to the door of that black Maybach, begging him. "Lorenzo, it’s the night before our wedding. This is rival turf." "Just this once, for the sake of the family’s reputation, can’t you choose me?" Lorenzo grabbed my wrists and shoved me away. "If anything happens to Isabella, I swear I’ll send you to hell myself!" But those "three men" Isabella mentioned? They were actually our three brothers, who were only there to watch the ocean and set off fireworks with her. That night, my three brothers and my fiancé were at the seaside, showering her with affection. And I died in an abandoned slaughterhouse on the edge of the city. This time, I finally gave way to my sister completely. But tell me—when you saw my corpse, why were you all crying?

“Relax. It was meaningless. It didn’t mean a thing.” Three years. That’s how long Lena Carter loved Evan Brooks—three years of loyalty, late nights, and believing she was building a future with him. Until she finds him in a hotel suite bathroom, hands braced against marble, whispering excuses while her cousin—and closest friend—fixes her lipstick in the mirror. All this happens during Lena’s promotion celebration. Lena should be home, crying into cheap wine and shattered dreams. Instead, she’s stranded on a quiet Los Angeles street at midnight, phone dead, heels in hand, with a group of drunk men circling closer than comfort allows. Then a black luxury sedan pulls up. The man who steps out wears a tailored suit, calm eyes, and an authority that makes the street go silent. Mason Hart. Billionaire. Tech CEO. And—unknown to him—the elusive owner of the company where Lena works as an executive assistant two floors below the C-suite. He offers her a ride. She hesitates. She takes it. That single decision rewrites her life. Mason doesn’t mix business with emotions. He doesn’t date employees. And he definitely doesn’t rescue strangers with haunted eyes. But Lena’s quiet strength, the way she refuses pity, the way pain sharpens her instead of breaking her—it gets under his skin. Lena just wants to forget the man who betrayed her. Mason offers distraction. Protection. Desire without promises. But Evan refuses to let go, spreading lies and suddenly desperate to “fix things.” Her cousin is determined to destroy what little Lena has left. And the closer Lena grows to the powerful CEO who signs her company’s paychecks, the more dangerous her heart becomes. Because falling for a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love might hurt worse than betrayal.