Chopper Cries Novels & Stories

We arrive at the top of a building and a chopper is waiting for him at the top. I am placed inside the chopper with Gray. I already lost my voice and my face is covered with tears. Gray helps me with my seatbelt and i totally ignore him. I look worn out and empty. I lean against the window totally frustrated. Manny and Nick get in as the chopper take off. I don't bother to look at Gray or the others. I lean against the window through out the ride. He has done a lot of things. I can't believe Vladimir is dead already. Part of me appreciated it but same time I hated it. He was fighting for what's his and Gray took it. He even killed his father. What type of man does that? After several hours,

"No! Not this time. I'll kill Stan first before him." We climbed the rope to get on the chopper. .. I was still gasping for breath as I climbed into the chopper. Damn! I did it when my siblings and I were training with Feline in this, but it was still breathtaking. To my surprise! I was shocked seeing the two. "Fel? Jervy?" I said in surprise. Feline and Jervis smiled, I looked down, are they ghosts already? “I’m sorry if we didn’t help you,” Feline said.

And since they were aware of everything in their surroundings, there were times when they wanted to give up; to hate the blood flowing on their veins. One day, Chandler entered his room with tears in his eyes. He pretended enough. He smiled a lot. But as soon as he's inside the huge locked room, all of his emotions break down. He cried without sound. He wailed in silence. He buried his nails onto his palms. While closing his eyes and biting his lips, a young girl's voice called him. "Chandler." He opened the window with his blurry eyes. There in front, he saw Gisli, the daughter of a former Alpha and a Mage.

How could Vex have found me already? Tobias must have noticed how tense I got. “What’s the matter Ophelia?” “I can hear motorcycles. Vex must have followed us we need to go.” I could feel my panic overwhelming me, as the realization of my words dawned on Tobias. “No, that is Hawk. He rides motorcycles too. I never thought to tell you that part I was more worried about the other part.” Tobias has an apologetic look on his face, but I still couldn’t quell the fear that was threatening to overtake me. The roar of the engines got closer, and I swiveled in my chair and watched a large group of motorcycles park outside of the diner.

The twin engines of the stealth chopper whined softly as it descended beyond the tree line, slicing through the early morning mist like a blade through gauze. Fiona sat strapped in, her fingers curled tightly around the straps across her chest, eyes trained on the satellite feed on the mounted screen in front of her.

She doesn't give up, she keeps calling "Mum" "Mum, please answer me" "Shut up" Charles say, passing his fingers through his hair. She doesn't listen to him, she keeps yelling "Mum, I'm begging you answer me" "I said shut the fuck up" he slaps her sharply across the face. Tears filled her blue eyes, as she look up from the floor. Staring straight into the cold eyes of her beloved He sighs heavily, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face.

“Please, “ he pleaded. .Muffled voices surrounded her.A hand slapped her face, capturing her attention, what was left of it. She thought she saw Marcu, looming over her, touching her face. “Hang on, brave little girl,” she thought she heard him say. “There’s no time,we’ve got to get her to the chopper,” she thought she could hear Marcu’s panicked voice. Barely conscious, she felt herself being lifted by strong arms.She must be dreaming, her hazed brain thought, for she felt herself flying. The blades of the chopper whoosed, landing hot in the middle of the road. Drago had taken a big chance, flying her down. He could only hope no one saw before he cloaked himself.

Rain lashes inside, soaking the concrete. I burst out into the storm. The wind hits me, roaring in my ears. The rain is coming down in sheets, reducing visibility to zero. But I don't need to see. I can smell them. Wet dog. Fear. And the sweet, milky scent of a newborn. "Chopper is waving off!" one of the mercenaries screams over the wind. He’s standing near the edge of the helipad, shielding his eyes against the spotlight of a helicopter hovering precariously in the turbulence.

Suddenly, she heard Howard's voice. Sorry, sorry, sorry... In addition to the repeated apologies, there was also a cry of sadness she had never heard in a long time. He... was crying! Ah... What happened? Why is he crying? Was it because of her? Chloe was anxious and turned around in the chaos. She wanted to call out Howard's name, but no matter how hard she tried and how much strength she used, she couldn't make any sound... What's going on? Why can't I speak?

The scream from extracting the weapon and the crippling burning sensation that was to follow, Chiri’s voice echoed throughout the tower. Her shriek, eventually dying down into a series of strained pants. Chiri dug her nails into the boards as she fought to remain conscious. A vague blur of dark partials swirling up from the boards at her fingertips, she took a few labored breaths as struggled against her body’s urge to blackout. Frustrated by the flurry of black specks in her vision, she slammed a fist into them. The action causing the planks in front of her to snap into focus once more, Chiri began to lift herself back onto her feet.