Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

I felt so pathetic standing there, looking at him in the eye and willing my angry tears to not fall down. “I’m angry with you. I hate what you did to me. I hate what your friends did to me. I hate that I have to live like this. I hate that I’m gay so very much. I hate that I like someone…” He inhaled sharply and exhaled a shaky breath. “Who doesn’t like me back. But I don’t hate you, Blake. I don’t think I ever did.” He said that last part so quietly, and when he looked up at me, I saw his beautiful blue eyes brim with tears. I realized then that Anthony was going through something that neither one of us understood or knew how to handle.

Anthony got on his feet, and without a word, he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, letting me melt into him as he pressed his lips to my ears and said… “I heard you crying in the shower, Brooke. And you’re not leaving here until I make sure you have no reason to cry again.” Something about the weight of thoutfylness and love in those words made me breakdown afresh. In seconds, I was a weeping mess in Anthony’s arms, and I ended up doing something I never thought I’d be able to… I told him every single damn thing that was wrong in my life.

Leo said with a feeble tone, holding his forehead. "I really have been hollowed out..." Anthony's face was filled with melancholy. He reached for his chest, saying, "My heart has been emptied." "Ugh..." Leo dry heaved, bending over dramatically and throwing up on the floor. "What the hell!?" Anthony reacted swiftly, jumping aside.

The earlier anger coursing through my vein dissipated into weakness, an unexpected one and my eyes suddenly glossed over. Anthony’s words played in my mind, making my knees further weaken and before I realized it, I found myself on the floor. My lower lips quivered, eyes glossing over. I tried to furiously blink back the tears to keep them at bay, however, it came out regardless, and spilled out without so much as another thought. I found myself entirely breaking down, as I drew my knees to my chest and cried my heart out—the memories of everything that has happened thus far replaying in my mind. I do not know what I was expecting before, but after my interaction with Anthony earlier, I real

Gritting her teeth, Layla refused. "You stubborn girl, why are you so obstinate!" Cheryl jabbed Layla's forehead forcefully, frustration evident in her voice. She continued to persuade Layla, "Do you know that Anthony was good friends with Mr. Black when he was abroad? You know who Mr. Black is, don't you? He's the world's richest person! "It seems like Mr. Black is currently in Skye City too. Anthony told me he's back in the country because he's starting a close collaboration with Mr. Black!"

Casey sucked in his lips and nodded his head several times. "You don't play with a black lady. You receive what you give in a hundred folds." Augustus muttered, adopting the black American accent. Anna was so mad. And restless. She stood up and walked straight out of the house into the backyard where the sunroom was located. No one could see her from the living room. She sat on one of the glass benches and sniffed. "Oh, no. I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna fucking cry." She wiped her face with the back of her palm as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Why was he doing this? "...I'll never forget, Noah. I will never forget the screams and shrieks of terror that reached the ears of the gods. I will always remember the vile roar that fell from her lips. How the darkness of her soul outshone her black fur. The fire that burned in her icy blue eye. And the shiny black scars that ran from her cheek and stomach." I heard a cracking sound in the depths of my soul and my eyes widened to the size of saucers. Anthony turned to me and wiped the tears that tried to break free of the dam he built over them and a stoic look plastered itself over his handsome face.

“I could never —” Then all the color drained out of her face, because anthony’s face twisted, and the shirt split down his back. “Don’t hate me,” he repeated in a lower, strained tone. Lily covered her mouth, stifling a cry. Hair broke out all over anthony’s skin as he shook off the scraps of his clothes. His fingers curled and meshed, and his frown stretched, revealing ever pointier teeth. His ears pulled back, and his limbs bent…

“What’s wrong?.” I tried to make my voice steady. “Nothing. I just... had a bad dream. Couldn’t sleep.” Aaron was quiet for a second. “You sound really upset. Are you crying? Talk to me, kid.” I wiped my face with the blanket. “It’s stupid. Just old stuff. You know how it is.” “No, I don’t know,” he said gently. “Not all of it. You never tell me everything. But I can hear it in your voice. Something’s scaring you bad. Is it Calvin? Did he call you again?”