Sad Acting Novels & Stories

He clamped her pink nipples between his fingers and started pulling at them, as he sucked on her earlobe. “Stephan, please stop,” my mother begged, yet she rolled her hips against his bulge. My stomach twisted. But this was different. It wasn’t that bitter feeling, but rather a tingling sensation that made juice begin to leak. “I met you first,” Uncle Stephan said, pinching her nipples harder. My mother let out a moan and rolled her waist harder. “I want to fuck you so badly.” Uncle Stephan’s voice was rough, heavy with need. “Let me fuck you Sarah, we’ve already done it once let’s do it again.”

He said in agony, "So she thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. Damn it! What have I done? How could I forget her birthday? I promised to celebrate every birthday with her. Not only did I not celebrate it with her, but I also suspected that she added peanut butter to the cake and made Maeve have an allergic reaction. Was she very upset when she came back to get her luggage?" The domineering mafia leader slumped on the couch, burying his face tiredly in his hands as he spoke to Alfred in a low and hoarse voice. Alfred hesitated for a moment before answering truthfully, "Mr. Cole, she wasn't sad. She was very calm and even told us to take good care of you and Mr. Jasper." Felix

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

“Stand up. Form a line. Let’s get this over with.” Elliot quickly stepped in, gesturing to each as they scrambled to their feet. “Bryan—pyrokinetic and elemental control. Mello—reality manipulation through artistic medium. Emma—temporal manipulation under specific emotional stress. Willz—can summon a psychopomp weapon, traits of a reaper. Classy—matter manipulation and restructuring, ‘overhaul.’” Northstar’s eyes swept over them, pausing for a fraction of a second on each face, as if reading a file only he could see. His gaze lingered on the empty space at the end of their ragged line. “One is missing.”

he told Susan without turning. She swallowed. “We proved PX-5 could expand the sensory cortex by thirty percent in forty-eight hours. But we couldn’t stop it. It keeps climbing until the brain treats reality like a megaphone and tears itself apart.” “Like our friend in the alley,” Bruno muttered. “High-def horror.” Susan nodded once. “They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.”

She wiped at her tears with trembling hands, her sobs echoing in the growing silence. “Oh, brother,” Lotus groaned, exasperated. “She’s one hell of an actress.” I almost laughed at the absurdity, but the anger in me was too strong. “You’re supposed to spend time with me—and our unborn pup,” Sade pleaded, her voice trembling on the edge of hysteria. “Not that wolfless girl. She’ll only embarrass you. She has no sense of taste or etiquette.” “Are you done?” I snapped, the final thread of patience snapping. Sade flinched, recoiling as though I’d struck her. “Because I am.”

(smirked) Ada: "I am so sorry. Please let me go?" Kai Schneider: "Let you go? After spending one year just to find you back?"(The voice seems higher) Ada:" I know, I know. I am so stupid and I shouldn't be alive either. But I don't have any feelings for you anymore!" Kai Schneider: "You mean that you lose feelings toward me?" Ada: "Yes…Because you are scary and I can't spend my time anymore with you.."

she mutters, rubbing her temples. Presley pouts dramatically. “Oh, come on, Tam! Don’t be such a killjoy,” she says, a teasing edge to her voice. “It’ll be fun! Besides, we all need a little excitement, right?” Sadie, ever the peacemaker, laughs lightly. “I’m down, but only if everyone wants to play.” She looks at me, and I can tell she’s checking in on me. "I'm not interested” I say not willing to put myself in a position to be vulnarable.

“No Sade’s, I don’t plan on taking another mate, a mistress, girlfriend, or any one night stands. I am doing this so she can be happy, not so that I can inflict the same pain that I will receive.” “Ash, you can’t do that. You know what will happen! If Janus doesn’t go crazy, knowing someone else is touching his mate, you could end up dying from the pain if she...” “That is a risk I am willing to take Sadie. I need her to be happy. Thanks for your help, I know that I can always count on you!” “I do not condone this Ashton, but I will do as you have asked.” “Thanks, Sade’s, night” And with that she hung up. She never just hangs up, so she’s pissed!

Stefan sco‌ffed. “Own it,” Sadie continued, ange​r risin⁠g. “You screwed it up years ago​. Wha​t you did a⁠fter her miscarriage says everythin⁠g about the kind of man‍ you are⁠. Men like you don’t ch⁠ange.‌” She slam​med the door in his fa‌ce.‍