Johnny 3 Tears Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

He was not comfortable himself— to laugh and have fun with a kid in the evening only to find out they had died the very next morning. His eyes were wet and he blinked the tears off. Since Avana, no death had hit harder. He had watched Avana grow weak and die and had had the time to prepare himself mentally for her death, but Johnny had been lively and happy the previous evening as the clouds gathered, and Jayden guessed that he would have been the same when Alisa was with him. Jayden remembered himself listening to the drumming of the rain on his window. How was he to know Johnny was transitioning into the afterlife in that same rain?

“How dare you ask someone to lie to me about lung cancer when it was pneumonia! Are you looking for trouble?” He put his hand around her neck. “I- I didn’t…lie.” Tears rolled down Olivia’s cheek. She was crying because she had been happy just now, but her tears of joy did not last long. The time of pleasure was so short that it seemed like everything just now had been a dream. Her Johnny was gone. John wanted to strangle her to death. He did not hold back any strength. “Well. Since you want to die so much, I’ll kill you now and take your ashes.”

Jacklyn gathered Theodore into her arms and settled with him on the couch, gently patting his back. Theodore's head shifted against her shoulder as he asked in a faint voice, "Mommy, is Uncle Liam not going to want us anymore?" Jacklyn's smile faltered. "I saw the news at the film set today. They said Uncle Liam was with another woman. There was even a video." His voice trailed lower and lower, and Jacklyn could feel that something was wrong with his mood.

"Tristan, how could you say such a thing? Even if Elly wants you to help and take the blame for this, she won't let you do it for nothing. "Jeff has said that he'll give you 300 thousand dollars if you help him take the blame for this. With your current abilities, it'll take you at least four years to earn that amount! You're not making a loss at all." I wanted to laugh even more. From what I knew of Jeffrey, he was addicted to Internet gambling and often went hungry as a result. He probably couldn't even come up with three thousand, let alone 300 thousand. I knew without a doubt that Elise and Callista would be coming up with the money. The consequences of what they were asking were far mor

Tears welled up. I called my friend Stephanie to know if she can set me up with another Job. "Rita, I'm sorry for what happened to you baby. I will look around and let you know when I see one" "Thank you Debbie, I really appreciate" I took a walk down the streets to search for a public bath and luckily for me, I saw one just down the street it was crowded and I had to queue up and wait for my turn. As I finished my bath, I dragged my feet to my house, my phone rang and it was Debbie

Then he blew her hand. Brooklyn smiled sweetly at him, and she reassured him, her voice softening, “My hand doesn’t hurt at all, Jason.” Then she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitiser from her designer handbag and meticulously disinfected her palm, scrubbing away any trace of the toxic encounter. A faint smile touched Jason’s lips as he looked at Vivica, but the warmth never reached his eyes, and he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous chill, “Miss Cartwright, you are not even fit to carry my late girlfriend's shoes.

The room fell into a hushed silence as breaking news flashed across the screen. The news anchor's somber voice filled the room as they reported a shocking discovery. "In a startling turn of events, the body of Fred Winchester, a former employee of the Wayne group and the current manager of the silicon facility, was found in the nearby lake earlier today. Authorities are investigating the circumstances surrounding his untimely demise." Hilda stared at the television screen in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. The atmosphere in the room turned tense and suspenseful, as if time itself had frozen. The news of Fred's death sent a ripple of unease through the air, casting a shadow over their c

Felicia was fighting her tears; how would she tell her husband that his big brother was dead? The ride in Felicia's car following the ambulance was a silent one. The redhead tried her best to keep it together and call her husband. She couldn't tell him over the phone, though, she just told him something had happened, and he needed to go to the hospital immediately. When Luke asked her what the matter was and if she was hurt, and if it was about what she heard in his brother's brother's apartment, Felicia just cried.

They all laughed at the comment except for Ryan and I. "Where's my boy John? Is he still out there fightin the fuckin terrorists?!" Uncle Dave said. Aunt Paula gasped "they're not terrorists! They're sand ni****s!!!!" They all laughed at the comment as my eyes widened and I swear I could've cried right then and there. "Honey cheer up a little will ya? You look glum!" Said my mom as she took a sip of whiskey. "I'm fine mom. I think we should be leaving soon actually if we're to get back at a normal hour" I said, relieved I could leave soon and spend 5 hours in a car with Ryan. Alone.

I hadn't hurt anyone, but why had I to see such inhumane images in the third year after my death? I floated down and looked at the tiny baby. This was the first time I saw that child. I didn't cry when I was killed by Vivian. I didn't cry when I watched Winston dissect me with his own hands. But now, my tears were falling without stopping. This child already had hands and feet. If I hadn't been killed by Vivian, this child would have been over two years old by now.