Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

LUCIAN: "Kris". I called again. All eyes were on us. She stared at me before getting up reluctantly to follow me out. Immediately she was out of the class, I backed her against the nearest wall, caging her between my body and the wall. Her head was down. "Baby…" I gently lifted her chin to see she was crying. Shit! I hate seeing her cry. Being the reason for her tears made me feel worse. I gently wiped her tears away with my thumb but more streamed down her face.

All he wanted was a confirmation, or for me to debunk Manuel's claims. "Anthonio please." I begged. "Is it true?" He finally asked and I shamefully nodded, unable to hold his eyes. Everywhere went silent for a moment, before he bursted out. "Bianca, no!!" He yelled angrily. "Bianca how.... how....?" His breathing increased, making me worried for a moment. He seemed like he was hyperventilating. "How could you do this to me?" He asked, tears finally dropping from his eyes. Oh God! I couldn't even say a single word. All I could do was just shake my head and cry. "How could you break me this way?" He cried all the more, shocking everyone.

"Hehehe..." Anthony suddenly let out a howl of laughter that echoed through the cemetery. He looked at the photo on the tombstone, shaking his head, but his laughter was so wild that tears streamed down his face. "You women, are you all heartless like this?" Kisa, who was leaning on her crutches, was taken aback by the sudden outburst of laughter. She scowled and crouched down to meet Anthony's gaze. "We are heartless because you men hurt us first," she shot back in a low growl.

“I’m still handsome, though, and sometimes I pretend to be in intense pain, and a beautiful, voluptuous woman massages my thigh for me.” I smiled weakly and stuffed the clothing into a backpack. “I’m telling Simone,” I said, poorly holding back my tears. “Ambulance chaser and a snitch, huh? You’re just a well-dressed piece of shit,” he joked. “You’re one to talk,” I accused. “I’d be nicer to the person who handles your vast fortune if I were you,” Anthony warned. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I closed the laundry room door and burst into tears. The more Anthony tried to console me, the harder I cried.

He walked toward the bed and looked at Kyle and Peter, his expression shattered. "I'm so sorry... God, I'm so sorry," Anthony whispered. The tears spilled down his face instantly. Kyle, who had remained silent the entire time, slowly walked over to Anthony. His face was completely expressionless. There was no anger in his eyes. "Anthony," Kyle said quietly. Anthony looked up, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Kyle... I swear I'll find a way to make them pay."

There was no lock. Anthony Jr. was lying on his bed, his face to the wall and his back to me. I thought that maybe his shoulders were shuddering, but I couldn't be totally sure. I walked across the room, the tears falling faster now. A stifled, choking moan escaped me. I saw Anthony Jr. turn slightly, looking over his shoulder. But before he could roll, I had climbed in behind him on the bed. I sort of scooped him up, wrapping my arms around his chest, pulling my legs up behind his. Crying louder now.

“You asked me to fight, but you’re the one who didn’t.” “Baby girl,” Black said, teary-eyed. “There’s no forever in that endearment. We’re done!” Grey yelled. Grey put his belongings into the car and drove off. Tears streamed down Black’s face as he sat on the street. He couldn’t believe that their relationship ended that night because of his cowardice. He stopped crying when the gate opened. Seeing their housekeeper, he approached her. “Auntie, what happened?” Black asked curiously. “Your sister kept vomiting non-stop. She’s pale,” the housekeeper said.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.