Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

she couldn't hold back her tears as it streams down her cheeks like an endless river "You know, I doubt how I'm still able to smile 'cause sometimes, it's hard. I watch her give up on life, in my very own hands and I couldn't do anything to help, I couldn't save her" Ashley cries, unable to keep up. Anton pulls her into his arms, stroking her head gently. He had mixed emotions on his face, seeing her cry out her pain hurts for some reason. Everyone does have a black past but hers is lots more than a cup of bitter wine.

"Mother, everyone outside is saying… saying that Grandfather and Grandmother's whole family was killed. Is it true?" Tabitha didn't answer. Anthony panicked. "What about him? Does he know?" She still didn't respond. … When Anthony first saw my corpse, he cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound. When he was younger, whenever he couldn't find me, he would cry just like that. But later, he took to hiding behind Jordan and looking at me like I was his worst enemy. Even now, I remembered that look. It hurt more than Tabitha's iciness and cut deeper than Jordan's taunts.

She continues massaging her scalp and tries to walk away but is stopped halfway by and all too familiar voice. “Do you apologize to everyone?”. A deep husky voice spoke to her snapping her out of her thoughts. She raised her head immediately and her eyes met with his ocean blue eyes, Grace is taken aback by the unexpected meeting, as her lips hadn’t forgotten its past dilemma a while ago. “No i don’t”. She answered back, a stare off still ongoing between the two of them. “That’s good, But why is a beauty like you crying?”. Mr Black took a step forward, while Grace took a step backwards unconsciously.

With shaking fingers, he pressed play. The room fell into complete silence as the video began. Every lie. Every rumor. Every insinuation. Each word was like a knife driven into Ethan's chest. By the time the video ended, his breathing had become ragged. He covered his face with one hand, then exploded. "Fuck!" He stood abruptly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The raw anguish in his voice stunned everyone in the room. Even Pete clenched his jaw, his expression darkening with fury. Ethan turned to him, his eyes blazing.

my brother asked the men that were with me present "Nothing she was fine a minute ago" said adrian, his tone shaking from fear, then another scream came out of from the pain, but this scream was something else, my powers came on display, a huge bright aura came, pushing away the three men standing next to me, by the time my headache stopped, i was bleeding from my eyes and nose, the taste of the metallic liquid in my mouth, i looked at my brother who was what seemed twenty feet away from me, atlas and adrian behind my back "are you oka-" I attempted to asked, before my knees buckled on me and I felt to the ground, losing the reminants of light from my eyes, and drifting to a slomber.

The guard's response, the avoidance of eye contact, and the subsequent intervention of his colleagues contribute to a growing sense of bewilderment, deepening the enigma surrounding the events unfolding before him. Anthony continues to hold his head as he exclaims in extreme anger, “you are not a man enough to fight on your own!” At this time, Jay doens’t hold back and he hurries in his direction, throwing another punch as Anthony falls down on the floor instantly. When Anthony is being taken away by the Nashville guards, Jay turns to throw a question in Blackwood’s direction, asking with a commanding tone. “Why is my brother caught up in an accident?”

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

I can’t stop myself from crying trying to prepare myself for those words he wanted to hear from me. “Angelo, I—“ I paused fixing my vision by taking away the tears that’s making it watery. I swallowed some more saliva and breath in some air to compose myself a bit. “Angelo, I don’t love you.” He smiled bitterly at me. “You are really different,” he said. “I’m Jillian now and I don’t love you,” I said confidently at him with a smile though I’m very broken inside me. “Jillian, I don’t love you too.” Another tear fell from him as he walks past me. I don’t want to watch him leave but my body turned on its own watching his back.

Machines beeped and hummed around her like a twisted orchestra. I pressed my forehead to the glass. “Goddamn it,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why? Why the fuck did you do that?” I slid down to the floor, my back against the wall. My hands shook. I stared at them. These same hands had ended Antonio minutes ago. Now they were useless here. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the tears dripping onto my shirt. Fuck. The door creaked open beside me. “Adrian…”

This pain…it can’t be normal. The edges of my vision are turning black. I look around frantically while trying to stand up. I can’t. Someone is approaching me, and I hear their footsteps. When I see brown shoes right before my eyes, I look up and make eye contact with Anthony himself, the person I’m looking for. “You fucking pig,” he says before spitting at my face. “Can’t move with the silver dart in your back, can you?” Silver. So that’s what this is. I didn’t recognize the effects. I try to tell him that he’s made a mistake, and that he’s wasting time because we have to get to Leo, but I faint.