Mad Cry And Virus Cry Novels & Stories

Zach drove away, his jaw trembling. He had certainly knew he was going to cry, but he realized doing that in front of Chloe would make him appear a weak person. He wasn’t weak, in fact, he was far from being a weak boy, but if he had tried in front of her, then it would have said otherwise.

*** Lucas was showing the video around the table while we were having lunch, and I was angry. "Is that what you do whenever you hook up with a girl?" I have to ask. Seeing that I'm not into the video like the other, Lucas takes his phone, locks it, and is upset. "What are you, a virgin man?" he says. "I just don't like women being treated horribly." "Remind me never to show you any of my sex videos again," says Lucas. I bit into my sandwich angrily. "So, who next are you looking forward to sleeping with?" Toby questions Lucas, amused by his promiscuous lifestyle.

*** Alex. In the ever-shifting landscape of the internet, the notion of absolute security is a mirage. It's a realm where viruses and antivirus programs dance in a perpetual battle of wits—a digital cat and mouse game. To me, a virus is not merely a malevolent force wreaking havoc. It's a complex puzzle, akin to a challenging math equation. Solving it, crafting an antivirus, is akin to the thrill of cracking a particularly tough puzzle or conquering a level in a video game.

"You will get over him Mira, he wasn't anything special anyways. Tiny dick and a tiny brain, stupid ass hunky bitch." Mira chuckled, shaking her head. "You are something else, you know that?" "Well I try my best," she grinned. "Who need men anyways?" "You have a man Brooklyn." She rolled her eyes. "Well for tomorrow I don't. We are going out tomorrow as single Ladies, and you my friend are going to get laid by a sexy ass man." "Preach on sister!!" "We are going to dress slutty, and get hella drunk." She grinned, as she wiped her cheeks. "Well I like the sound of that. But who is going to drive us back home?"

Not the quiet tears of a boy trying to appear strong. These were raw tears—violent, humiliating, uncontrollable. My chest heaved as though my heart was tearing itself apart. “My father…” I cried. “My mother…” The words barely came out. I pressed my hands against the floor as though I could hold myself up, but even my arms trembled. The world spun. The walls seemed to close in. The luxurious living room that had always felt safe now felt like a prison. I heard Mira scream my name. “Maxwell!”

Us vampires are just not used to it. I knew that humans were extremely emotional beings therefore it would complicate things to continue this intimate relationship. I don't why I had said those things to Maya about Ryan. Something possessed me during that moment. I watched a she finally made a move to her desk. She opened her computer and her fingers started working all over the keyboard. She was probably continuing to write her book. I didn't know why she always waited late at night in order to work. I had the urge to go back and force her to sleep but decided it was best to leave her be.