Crybaby Cast Novels & Stories

“I knew it! You both are so cute together.” Braxton looked like he has swallowed something sharp and bitter, while Bianca grinned slightly at me, nodding. “That’s wonderful, darling!” Kaitlyn gushed again. “Finally, something worth celebrating.” I tried to laugh it off, though my face felt like it was on fire. I wasn't embarrassed by it, merely shocked. Slade squeezed my hand slightly in his, grinning proudly, while I whispered through clenched teeth, “You could’ve warned me.” He leaned closer. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Laughter rippled through the group and my stomach lurched. I stepped closer, just enough to see the screen properly. A few seconds, that was all it took to destroy my morning. The video was shaky at first, then it steadied and zoomed in slowly, until just my face filled the frame. My eyes fixed on the ice...my lips slightly parted. The caption beneath it read: *Is Ms. Mute lusting after the school's star player?* I looked away. I had liked Lucas Graham once. That wasn't something I told anyone, not even myself most days.

"Who would dare to look upon the scene of their Alpha fucking his Luna? I groped one of her breasts, rolling her nipples between my rough fingers. I squeezed it, and a loud cry tore from her throat. "That's more like it.” She clasped a hand over her quivering lips, muttering incoherent words, her face pale from the stimulation of my hand moving in and out of her core. "A noise…" She whimpered, shaking from the ministration of my fingers, until her body finally gave way; she nearly collapsed to the ground, but I held her in place.

Ariana POV I did not cry, that was the first thing I noticed. I stood there, staring at my phone, staring at the video that refused to leave my screen, and for some reason, no tears came. Just a tight feeling in my chest, like something was slowly pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. Nick on one knee. Laura smiling. A ring. People cheering. It felt unreal, like I was watching a movie I did not sign up for. “Ari…”

A video file labeled Project Chrysalis. I hit play. The screen showed a sterile laboratory. A man in a white coat was holding a baby. My father. And standing next to him, younger but just as lethal, was Nevan’s father. "The synthesis is complete," my father’s voice echoed from the speakers. "The Lane girl carries the cognitive map. The O'Shea boy carries the physical strength. Together, they are the Sovereign's ultimate guardians. They aren't just heirs, Silas. They are the experiment."

But we had something worth fighting for. Our family, the Santoro, the Vittorio and the Dela Vin. Suddenly, all my plans are crumbling. I didn’t knew what to do–or how to move on from this. All I can see is Giovanni crying while hugging our child and him telling Rover how much he loves him.

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

he says flatly, his stare boring into the side of my head. Crysta’s mouth opens wider, then she throws her head back and laughs loud, delighted and cruel. “Oh my god… you sly little fox!” She claps her hands, still laughing. “Here you were acting like such a good girl, all high-and-mighty, while you were busy getting with Colt’s brother! That’s… that’s delicious. I didn’t know you had it in you, baby girl.” The room spins. My face burns with anger, shame and exhaustion. I don’t know if I want to throw up or smash something.

As we settle in to watch the movie, Caden growls at his phone. “What’s up?” I ask. He doesn’t answer—just hands it to Ryan. Ryan stares at the screen, blinking in disbelief, before tossing it to Fiona like it burns. I lean over as Fiona taps into a Snapchat story from Craig. Music thunders through the speakers. It’s loud, obnoxious, pulsing with bass. Craig laughs into the camera, holding it up in what looks like a human bar. Emma’s there. She’s straddling some random guy, kissing down his neck while Craig cheers them on.