Chopper Cries Novels & Stories

Now, Jacob knows all there is to know about Joseph’s ocean base, including how to bring down its seemly impenetrable tower. The frequency jammer does a great job of taking the chopper through the sensors without being detected, but although the chopper doesn’t make a sound in its flight- an Alphatech advancement- a few men patrolling the tower’s premises still manages to spot them. “We’ve been spotted, sir,” the pilot informs Jacob. “Have we been made?” he asks. “No sir, not yet.” “Then shoot them down, and fast.” Immediately, the chopper opens fire on the men, felling them before they can even move a muscle.

Varniant type stand up with the back feet and expand the wings then flap it to release silver projectile from the wings. “…! Everyone, take cover!” said Cornelio. The Choppers spread out to evade the projectiles, but another Chopper getting hit. “Mayday! Mayday! I got hit! Ejecting the seat –! Damn it stuck – Hwaaaa!!” the pilot can’t eject the seat and the Chopper explode after hit the ground. Varniant type flapping the wings and flight to chasing the remaining Choppers. “What the hell is that monster!” “How did we supposed to kill it?!”

He asked… She nodded with her big doe eyes watching him. He took his seat and adjusted his shirt. She just realized that why he was not giving her a hug that time because he was angry on her. Now she was hurt for disobeying him. If they didn't disobey, they would have been fine. She mumbled“ sorry ". Nor he replied, neither he looked at her. She sadly looked outside the window… _____________________ Nearly midnight, the chopper landed in the garden of Hudson's mansion. Sapphire look outside and found Michael, Emily, and granny in a wheelchair standing there with a small smile on their faces. She found some other people too, but couldn't figure out who they are?

I couldn't breathe. Then—WHUP-WHUP-WHUP. A chopper roared in, getting louder by the second. A blinding searchlight ripped through the storm and locked on us. A voice blasted from a loudspeaker, furious and godlike. "Stop!" They froze. Above, an orange rescue chopper hovered, blades tearing through the blizzard. Faces went ghost-white. Nobody dared move.

The chopper lifted immediately, rotors thundering, escaping into the night sky before we could react. We rushed to Nalani, panic surging as the bond flickered weakly with her unconsciousness. "Nalani!" we roared together, voices breaking, dropping to our knees beside her, hands pressing desperately against the gaping wound as silver blood pooled beneath her.

I was exhausted. The loud yells and Chu’s cry from Miss. Claws caught my ears. Ever since Sorrow had passed away they had been less fights and yells but today they were back. A familiar face stepped out from Miss. Claw’s apartment as a glass plate followed him. Luckily, he dodged it. “GET THE FUCK FROM HERE BEFORE I KILL YOU!” Miss. Yellow coat painter yelled from inside. I suddenly heard Miss. Claw yell, “YOU FOOLISH GOOD FOR NOTHING FATHERLESS BITCH!”

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

Gabbie gasped in surprise when Xander angrily darted the knife on the wooden table that created a crack. "You're being so childish. You cannot forever ignore that reality, Xander. It is not only your loss but mine too-," now the father's words were cut as Xander stood up and shouted, "I said shut up!!" It was loud enough to create a vibrating echo around the invisible walls. The turning devil is now red and he is seeing red. The next scenario was expected already by Mr. Alejandro and that is Xander walking out of the scene.

Mason pushed some bottons and the chopper's blade began to spin like a tornado. Soon we were off the pad and Mason navigated the chopper like a fucking pro. I didn't know he could fly a chopper. It dawned on me that there were so many other things I hadn't known yet about Mason and my mind was intrigued to know. “I had strict lessons on how to fly all kinds of planes so I can.” He replied once we were many feet in the air and among the clouds and twinkling stars.

Chaos said, smiling even his tears is streaming out of his eyes. “It’s useless to hear my explanation---” “I don’t f*cking care!” Chaos shouted. “All I want to hear is, I don’t care if it’s useless…I want to hear it, because from that night I start to question myself of what I do for you to do that!” Chaos shouted at River again. Peace tears are falling from her eyes because he can see River’s and Chaos eyes, she can see their suffering, Chaos' pain is so deep and she feels in every word he is uttering towards River.