Crybaby Oakland Novels & Stories

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

It was unexpected that he let me hold on to him as if he wanted to let life into me. "I don't like to cry, especially around someone else," I confessed, as my anxieties, hallucinations, all my feelings were falling drop by drop between my sobs, like raindrops falling on us right now. "When someone sees me crying, I inevitably become sensitive, I get angry at myself and cry more." "Do you always cry alone, Lavin?" The wind of hot breath that blew forward from between his lips mingled with my damp hair. Continue reading the next chapter "Always," I replied softly , my tearful eyes aching .

Enough to reclaim Oakcreek! Enough to be free!

The one I thought, probably stupidly, might be my mate. Cedric Grayson, son of our beta. He is exactly as I remember, even more so up close. The moonlight catches the white-gold of his hair, making it a halo against the darkness. His eyes, the clear, bright blue of a winter sky, find mine. There is no warmth in them. No recognition of the shy girl from the Stonefang territory who used to watch him train. There is only surprise, followed quickly by a flush of deep, mortifying embarrassment. He looks away, as if my presence is a personal affront, a stain on his reputation.

In a matter of seconds we were all drenched, but no one made a move to leave; we all stood our ground. The courtyard, moments ago burning with tension, was now swallowed by rain and the sound of thunder. Alpha Dreadlock inhaled slowly, rain gathering across his greying hair before he fixed his gaze back on Kayak. “For old time’s sake,” he implored quietly. “Come in.” Kayak didn't utter a word; even now, when defeat looked him in the eyes, he seemed reluctant to accept things as they were. Rain slid down the sharp lines of his face as he stood there stubbornly, and then his eyes shifted toward his daughter, who in all this had remained considerably enduring.

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

I screamed when he nibbled on my throbbing clitoris. “I can't take it anymore, fuck me.” “My rules..” his slapped me hard on my ass, and I whimpered. He slid two fingers into my waiting pussy, thrusting in and out as fast as he could, with his tongue still flicking the top of my clit violently. Loud screams escaped my throat, and then it happened. An explosive orgasm that left me shaking like a puppy in the rain. I grabbed the sheets and arched my back, the violent spasms refusing to stop until he finally pulled away.

she ejaculated almost consecutively when Jason gave in to all her demands which eventually caused her to release a suppressed scream. She knew earlier that she had been restraining herself from making a louder noise but with this kind of happiness she was feeling, that she was almost losing herself, it seemed like that is something, that is so hard to do. She has always been a quiet person. But in a case like this, Jenny could not promise that she would not make noise. "Jason, mmnnn ..." "Sweetheart," replied the young man who raised his face then stared at her. "Oh, please keep going, I still want to, please, satisfy my cravings," she said reaching for his face then caressed it.

The second session has ended, and as I'm leaving the classroom, Lucas, still seated, is encircled by Toby, Jones, and Max, also swim team members. He's showing them something on his phone. They're engrossed in whatever they're watching, appearing to enjoy it because of the satisfied smile on their faces. Lucas catches me staring. "Nate, come here; you have to see this," he says. I'm curious to know what they're watching, so I go over to them, and I'm stunned to see an explicit video of Lucas receiving oral sex from a girl.

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" ~