Josh Allen Crying Novels & Stories

cried Jane again. Josh, who heard Jane's absurd excuse, made Josh smile faintly. Josh, who didn't know what was going on in Jane's mind and Jane's childhood trauma, couldn't help but smile slightly at the girl's behavior. “What are you crying like this for?” Josh smiled again at Jane. “Why are you crying with such a cute expression?” Josh continued. Jane just kept crying and holding back the pain and sadness in her heart. Josh who really couldn't stand the sight of the woman in front of him crying with a really cute expression made his soul as a man really touched.

I blame this on the fact that I have only ever loved one man. “Are you alright?” Nathan asked, his face portraying his concern. “I’m fine” I said smiling to show him that I meant it. “They said they’ll be keeping Josh here for a couple of days, to observe him” “sure, that’s uh…. that’s alright”. He made to leave but paused. “You’re allowed to break down you know” he suddenly said “What?” “It’s okay to cry, it was a close call, imagine you didn’t have……” “stop” I said softly, but he heard me, after a while he just nodded and walked out.

He was laughing, shouting, eyes shining like I’d never seen them before. And that’s when the tears started. I wasn’t crying because he’d won. I was crying because after everything, after his parents, after Jared, after the press, after the heartbreak, he was free. He looked weightless. Beside me, Alicia leaned over, wiping her eyes too. “You’re crying. Oh my God, you’re crying.” I laughed shakily, swatting her with the wrinkled flag. “Shut up. You are too.”

“I don’t care why you did it. I don’t care about your jealousy or your excuses or your apologies. You chose your path. Now live with it.” Katy flinched as if I’d struck her, but I’d already turned away. I didn’t have energy to spare on Katy’s guilt or remorse. My eyes searched the warehouse until they found Josh. He stood exactly where he’d been before the gunshot, frozen in place like a statue. He hadn’t moved toward Robert’s body. Hadn’t moved toward me. Hadn’t moved at all. He just stood there, perfectly still, tears streaming down his face. Not sobbing. Not making a sound. Just those silent tears falling, one after another, sliding down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

Alyssa raised her head and gave a slight frown Joshan has a look on his face that made her know she had been seen crying. "Did you hear anything?" Alyssa asked with a frown. She was still trying to act like a big boss, despite her heart being broke to a million pieces. "Yes boss, and I saw too." Joshan stepped forward with the coffee. Wasn't he afraid of getting fired? Alyssa glared at him but the calm way he looked at her made her even more sad.

I want to scream and a part of me even wants to cry, but I don’t want to appear childish in front of a bunch of people I’ve just met today. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to throw the ball in your direction. We were just messing around and Chris foolishly tackled me, making me throw the ball in the wrong direction, and well… this happened.” Josh looks sincere as he rambles, but I’m honestly so mad right now to even offer him a small smile or tell him it’s okay because this isn’t okay at all.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

Beni’s voice cracked, ragged with panic. People rushed closer, screams and shouts erupting from every direction. In the middle of the chaos, Josh lay sprawled on the ground. Blood trickled from his small temple, pooling dark against the asphalt. His eyes were half-open, his breaths shallow, his tiny hand still reaching for the torn paper bag. “Mommy…” His faint murmur was barely audible.

Lukas lost count somewhere around thirty and Joshua stopped pretending he wasn't emotional around photo number twelve because by photo twenty he was crying openly…again. "Joshua." "What?" "You're crying." "I'm celebrating." "With tears." "Yes." "You're crying." "I KNOW." Then Coach was called forward and somehow— The crowd became louder than it had for any player, the entire auditorium stood. Every single person, students, teachers…families. Everybody and Coach froze. "...oh no." Then the chanting started immediately. "COACH." "COACH." "COACH." "COACH." The entire auditorium shook and Coach looked genuinely horrified.

I put my hand up to moton Angelo to shut up, I know he’s defending me but him doing that makes me look even more weak, and I can’t have that. “I’m not afraid to die anymore, and I’m certainly not afraid to suffer.” My eyes grow in surprise. I am once again taken aback at the emotionless confidence in Josh’s voice. He sounds like a fully made man now, unexplainable pride wells within me. I’ve never really given a shit about him so I don’t really understand why. Alley has quieted down now but she is also staring at Josh in shock, or maybe she was just in shock, I don’t know..