Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

Tommy's words filled his head, turning into a sharp weapon, cutting open his heart, which was unbearable. His tears kept falling down. Anthony only cried once when he was born and once when his mother died. As he grew up, no matter how much psychological suffering he endured or how difficult the obstacles in his business were, he would never cry. Now, standing by the side of the busy street, he could not stop crying. The sadness in his heart was inflating like a balloon, about to blow him up. In his blurred vision, someone passed by him, and the familiar figure made his body freeze. "Anne...Anne!"

“I have never laughed this much in my entire life,do you think everyone has a sad backstory? You must be a fan of movies,how can you be so dumb at this age..and knowing how much you hate me and still want to know my story makes me feel bad for you. You are too innocent and too kind hearted that's why you are in this condition in the first place,always a victim of emotional blackmail” Angela's neck was soaked with tears as he mocked her mercilessly. “Forget, I ever asked you that” Angela snapped and looked away. An intense silence followed, accompanied by a thunderstorm rumbling in the sky. The rain increased and became so heavy that..the windows became blurry. Anthonio glanced at her. “Well

The screen suddenly went black. I turned around immediately. “Please… stop it,” I begged shakily, tears pouring endlessly down my cheeks. “Don’t let him die.” Everyone ignored me completely. Antonio stood up, raising his glass in a toast towards the men while they celebrated around him. I slowly dropped back down to the floor, clutching my chest so tightly as another painful ache twisted deeper inside me. My body trembled uncontrollably, tears spilling endlessly from my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

, she said shouting into the phone. Anthony pulled the phone half way of her anger speech because he already has a headache and he doesn't want more. "Tell them I can't make it to that stupid meeting." She then calm down when she heard his voice. "Ant, what is wrong. You don't sound good. Is everything okay?" "No. Nothing is okay", he was doing everything possible not to cry out loud. He couldn't seem to get the image of her lying in blood out of his head. "What is it?"

But now this ghost from his past was suddenly breathing down his neck. “Fuck!” The word ripped out of him in a broken sob. He clutched his chest, fingers digging into his shirt as if he could physically hold his fracturing heart together. “Fuck my life…” Tears poured harder, mixing with the blood dripping onto his lap. His shoulders shook with violent, silent cries as the weight of everything crushed him. ***** Anna kept glancing at her phone, the screen still dark. She had texted Anthony hours ago. Nothing. He hadn’t shown up to work either. Unease twisted tighter in her stomach with every passing minute.

She said and increased the pressure on her heels. Anthony cried out in pain once more. “Ah damn, bastards like you are the worst.” Alexandra mused and stepped away, watching as Anthony curled up on the floor with his hand held close to his chest. “All bark and no bite.” She clicked her tongue in disgust and stepped over his body, heading to Quinn.

He didn’t deserve me anyway. As I neared the altar, I finally let myself look up. And forgot how to breathe. Nate Blackthorne stood waiting. Tall, easily six-four. Broad shoulders that stretched his black suit. Dark hair swept back from a face that could have been carved from stone. Sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. A mouth that looked like it rarely smiled. He looked like death personified. Beautiful and terrible. But it was his eyes that made my steps falter. Pale blue, like winter frost and was fixed entirely on me.

After a secret engagement with Black Wesley, the young alpha of the black moon pack, Tessa discovers that the man she loves is getting married to his childhood sweetheart, Elsa. Unable to accept the truth especially after finding out that she’s pregnant with his child, Tessa desperately tries to speak to him, hoping he would choose her. Instead, she is publicly humiliated, rejected, and banished from the pack, leaving her homeless and broken. Five years later, their paths cross again. Only this time, Tessa has become someone he no longer recognizes. And by her side is a five year old daughter who looks just like him.

The sudden inertia hurled Anthony and me forward like rag dolls. Anthony's forehead slammed hard against the iron railing, and blood gushed out immediately from the wound. His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites. Then his body went limp, and he passed out. His lips began turning black. I was on the verge of breaking down as I slapped his face hard. "Dad, wake up." I knelt in the basket, my knees hitting against the rusted metal floor with a dull thud. "Anisa, please let us down. I'll sign the divorce agreement right now and give up my place to you. I'll give you whatever you want."

Angela's sobs seemed to fill every corner of the villa. No matter where anyone looked. No matter what they tried to focus on. The sound remained raw, broken, and unbearably painful. Nobody knew what to do or to say. Because this wasn't the kind of crying that could be soothed with comforting words or gentle reassurances. This was the kind of crying that came when something inside a person had shattered. The kind that left bruises nobody could see. Mrs. Blackwood sat on the floor beside her daughter, one arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders while the other continuously stroked her hair.