Ness Crying Blue Lock Novels & Stories

I returned to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and waited. It didn't even take ten minutes before someone came knocking. The first to come in was, surprisingly, Layla. She clutched a USB drive so tightly her knuckles turned white. As soon as she stepped inside, she dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper. I'm so, so sorry. I must've been out of my mind!" She cried, burying her face in one hand, while holding out the USB drive with the other. "Everything's in here—every chat log where Keira planned how to blow this up step by step and force you to give in!

'Bluey, I am sorry, please just forgive me and release me from this pain of guilt," I said, shouting this time, but she shook her head negatively. A thick cloud descended and hollowed around her. "Bluey! Bluey! "No, don't go, please, you can't leave again" I yelled, tears dropping hard from my eyes, but it was all in vain. The thick cloud consumed her once. "Bluey!!!!!!!!! " I screamed, but it just echoed back to me. I closed my eyes, pouring out more tears.

I let my eyelids open, only for the harsh light to make me wince and whimper in pain. “Shit! Sorry, Amberle, give me a moment.” Blue’s voice is low and is the only other sound other than the insistent beeping. The rustling sound of movement is picked up by my sensitive hearing as Blue’s steps slowly grow farther away, only for them to come closer again. Confusion swirls in my mind as I wonder what is happening right now. All I remember is being whipped by Leo and Mia and a furious Blue shouting before darkness took over.

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

“Seb, did you read that? He- I- Seb.” “It’s okay,” Seb wiped the tears of his cheeks. “Blue, please don’t cry.” Without hesitation, Alex threw himself into Seb’s arms, allowing tears roll down his cheeks. He held him, resting his head against his chest as he cried. “I had no idea all this while.” “It’s not your fault, Alex,” Seb stroked his hair gently. “Your dad cared about you greatly and none of you wished for things to happen this way. It’s not your fault, okay?”

I tried to lift it but the pain was so overwhelming that I just leaned on the tree, trying to manage the pain. So I won’t need you here Love sinks and hope floats In a river of tears In a river of tears I catch your scent in every wind After battling with the pain and consciousness for a while, my eyes started to involuntarily close and my vision started to fade. I’m worried that I’ll go crazy in this place. *** ‘Did you notice the lady that just walked passed us?’ I said through the mind-link to Dario. ‘The one in a red gown?’ ‘Yes. Send someone to follow her closely but do not approach her.’

Red convinces her sister but it seems like, she's convincing herself. "I... I-I can't m-make... it..." Red's eyes widen when Blue spits more blood and her eyes are almost close. Her heart pounded. "No Blue, s-stay with me" her heart broke as well as her voice. She bits her lower lip as she tried to stop her tears from falling. Blue only smiled at her and Red can feel the grip of her sister on her hands, tighten.

"He's fighting it. He's still fighting. But right now that scent is like gasoline on the fire. We have to let him ride this out." Jake is still in the doorway, frozen. His face is ashen, his eyes glassy. He looks like he's been stabbed in the chest. Blue doesn't look at him. She just keeps holding me, one hand stroking slow circles over my back while the other stays firm at the nape of my neck, keeping my face tucked against her. I'm crying so hard I can barely breathe. Blue's shirt is soaked under my cheek. “Come on, let’s go outside,” she tells me, steering me towards the door.

he spits, stepping toward me. A hand grabs onto my arm and gently pulls be backward. Smirnov steps in front of me, blocking Anderson's path to me. He places my boba in my hand and turns back to his friend. "Back off," he tells him, a strange edge to his voice. "What?" Anderson questions, eyes wide. "Back off," he repeats. "You got the reaction you wanted, and it is over now," "She punched me," "You deserved it. Now back the fuck off,"

Her nervous sweat is forming bubbles on her forehead. She reached the door. And in just a few whiles, her tears flowed again for another round after hearing lustful noise and moans from inside that already confirmed her thoughts. She placed both her hands on top of her mouth to suppress any sound of a sob. She was that foolish for a second to not expect the worst from it. She runs away and goes back to her room. She locked the door and stood there to cry in silence. It was so toxic that she started punching her chest to sustain her breathing. The air becomes heavy, the room becomes darker due to her blurry vision.