Ness Crying Blue Lock Novels & Stories

I warn. She crosses her arms. “No! I want to go now!” Levi leans against the frame of the door, watching without interfering. “Young lady, if you keep that up, I’ll ground you for the rest of the trip.” Blue’s eyes widen, tears already forming as she bursts into sobs. I exhale, rubbing my temple harder as an ache begins to form. Her cries break into a full-blown one, and Levi moves, scooping her up like a fragile thing. She clings to him, wrapping her little arms around his neck.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, closing the door with a quiet click that felt like the sound of a coffin sealing shut. The silence returned, heavier than before. Blue collapsed back onto the floor, pulling his knees to his chest again as sobs tore through him. His world was falling apart, and this time, he wasn’t sure if there was anything left to hold onto. --- Blue lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes red and swollen. He didn’t know how long he’d been crying. Time had lost all meaning. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the suffocating stillness. He ignored it. Then it buzzed again. And again.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

It was nice- annoying but nice, not eating alone for once. She looks out the window to watch birds as she always does every afternoon. A majestic blue bird is building a little nest in a tree near by, she sings and whistles flying to and fro with a twig in her beak. "Hello Emily" a familiar voice called out. Emily's skin turns blue as she shakes her head. "No no no no no no no" her focus falls to her reflection on the window, it's her....at least it looks like her, but she wears a bright smile and has blood-red eyes like she's been crying but ran out of tears and now cries blood.

Being this close to the cut, I can smell the coppery smell of my blood as it races down the length of my arm and begins dripping from my elbow onto the cement floor below me. He must notice the blood running too as his eyes flash a lightning purple color, as he takes in my arm and my face. Again, I must be going crazy because nobody has eyes that change color. He grimises as he turns on his heal and marches out of the jail before slamming the door shut behind him without even looking back. I lay my face into my knees and inhale this intoxicating scent. As I exhale, I feel the dam that was holding back my tears burst and I allow myself to cry myself to sleep in this sitting position against t

And nothing could ever be so easy in my life. For the nth time in my life, I wondered ‘why me?’ As I cross over to the bed bringing my face in my palms but I must have miscalculated because I land on my ass on the wooden floor. My shoulders quake and a sob escape my lips. My belly clenches as I bite my lips to swallow it in. “I’m so sorry A. I’m so freaking sorry” Lily consoles and the dam bursts. Back against the wooden bed frame, I lay my forehead on my bent knees and I cry.

Somira insisted otherwise, but he was still standing firm on his high pinnacle, as he released a very frantic voice to her as unrefined resentment settled in when he grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her down. "Somira, please look into my eyes... Can't you see that I am wearing out already...? Please... Please... Let's do this to be sure of what we are to do next. Please baby!" He said. "Me too... You're choking me...!! Can't you see...? Oh please...!" She said.. falling onto one side of her couch. She rested one arm on her bed, and the act triggered tears gushing out of her eyes like a waterfall…

He smirked She began working on him and for the first time, she saw him close his eyes with his mouth wide open in pleasure. "Do you like that?" He grabbed her and pinned her inserting himself into her. "Do you like this?!" he groaned. "Zaylee how are you?" a voice rang from the other end of the call. "Am okay Jazz" "Did it work out?" "Ye, but I don't think..." "Stop Zaylee" jazz yelled "I don't appreciate your negativity" "It's just that...." "No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully"

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

I carefully thought about what gifts I could give William, but felt nothing was worthy of him. Already feeling guilty and distressed, when faced with William's gentle gaze, somehow... When I decided to let go of Henry, I didn't cry. When I left Verdancliff where I'd lived for over twenty years, I didn't cry. When Henry refused to return my ring, I didn't cry either. But now, my tears wouldn't stop flowing. William was clearly flustered. Though he was elegant in manner and proper in speech, a well-bred young master, he was awkward at comforting girls. His clumsy attempts to wipe my tears with tissues were endearing.