Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

Pawing the earth and roaring at the Ghoul as Anthony, his Clans man, fell from its jaws and hit the ground. Ezekiel didn’t go to him. He didn’t look at him. He didn't have to see the blood running out of the Leopards mouth, or the black ooze leaking out of its back....to know that Anthony had died within seconds. Ezkeiel felt a haze of sorrow and hatred over come his mind.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 So that interview was an absolute train wreck. I was practically melting into Mr Black's embrace. I'm so pathetic. I groaned having flashbacks of the interview, most of my reactions making me cringe. Was I really that desperate for a job? Is that seriously the reason why I was practically drooling over the Damon Black? I didn't know how I particularly felt about getting cozy with my boss, something about him just threw me off balance.

I grab my pillow and sob quietly into it, pretending it was my brother. A knock makes me gasp for air but I don't move from my spot, hugging the pillow tighter as my tears refuse to stop. If Hestia was back with the cookies, I'd gladly take some. Another knock on the door makes me look up at it at the same time it opens, Anthony's face peeking around it. His expression turns alarmed as he processes my fetal position and tear soaked pillow. "Violet," He says, a sense of urgency in his voice as he closes the door behind him, "What's going on? Why are you crying?"

She wiped her tears quickly with the back of her hand. "Nothing, we should go back home." She replied. "She looks so innocent. Who would believe she is such a slut. Alpha really let his standards fall too low." Those workers kept bitching about Arianna unaware of Xavier's presence there. When he heard their conversation, he understood the reason behind Arianna's tears. His heart ached for her. 'Just throw those bitches out of the pack. How dare they make my mate cry.' Gray growled. "Who the hell are you to judge her?" Xavier's voice roared. The workers stiffened in fear.

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 gave her money, his time, and everything, yet she still cheated on him, and with his cousin, even after he had told her to return home. "How could you, Clara? Despite all that I did for you?" Anthony asked in pain, as he felt like crying, but after shedding tears for his last ex-girlfriend, he vowed never to cry again for any woman. "Please, Anthony... I'm sorry, and it was all a mistake that I blame on the alcohol that Sandra gave me," Clara cried as she knelt to beg Anthony, not minding the onlookers. They were all standing in shock.

He frowns, “Did he say something to you?” I shake my head, “No.” I cringe because my voice came out like a squeal. He pouts and takes me in his arms. This simple contact makes me lose control of my tears once again. I rest my head on his chest and sob unstoppably, hands clutching his suit jacket. I hear him sigh as he holds me, rocking me slowly. I hear footsteps, open my eyes and see the Black Tiger leaving. My vision is blurred with tears, but I follow him with my stare until he completely disappears.