Sad Acting Novels & Stories

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

I yell at Adriana. She laughs, not understanding how badly I wanted to look good for her dad. “I tried. You were out of it, Sadie, like dead to the world. Your hours are going to be so fucked up,” she says with another laugh.

Sadie said in a gloomy tone, “Yeap, I think so too!” Wanda said with a strange gaze, “Why? Are you not pleased? Don’t tell me that you’ve fallen for him…” “B*llsh*t! How can that be possible!?” Sadie said in haste, “I won’t fall for him even if I’m blind!” “That’s good then.” Wanda said in a carefree manner, “If that’s the case, it doesn’t matter if he’s the person or not.”

" What the fuck is that?" " It's a kind of personality trait that involves subclinical inability to identify your feelings or other people's feelings and also the inability to express yourself or describe your emotions. You feel it but you can't exactly say how you feel it. Also, something that would make an average person sad wouldn't really bother you. " " How did you come to that conclusion?" " Dude, I asked you about your mom and all you say is ' she's a mean lady, you don't wanna know' whilst groaning and finding the right words to describe her" he said with a smile followed by an eye roll at my obvious surprise.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

Sadie gasped as he hips made contact with cold sheets. Silvio looked down at her for a second as his blood again rushed to his groin. He cursed under his breath before grabbing his clothes and dressed himself. Nothing was more pleasurable to fuck her again but he had work. Sadie was trying to catch her breath when Silvio ruffled ger hairs. She immediately flinched and looked up at him. Her sanity was slowly coming back. "Be a good girl." *****

They both called out at the same time before bursting out in loud laughter. Arya was shocked at how no one had come for her. Maybe they didn't even bother. At that thought, Arya’s previously uplifted mood turned sour. “Hey, what actually happened to you? I can tell you're in a wedding dress and this is not how a bride-to-be is supposed to act.” Adam said. “It's nothing much. Just some wedding crasher, I guess I was the home wrecker in the relationship.” Arya said bitterly with a sad laugh at the end.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

Sue rarely protested. Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her stepson's semen. Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her panties out of the drawer when Tommy tapped

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." His gaze pierced through me, a storm brewing in his eyes as a blend of fury and exasperation simmered beneath the surface. Despite my attempt to disengage, his grip on my hand remained resolute, as though he were unwilling to relinquish his hold. "You're not okay, Sadie," he snapped, his tone edged with sharpness. "You're far from it." "I am fine-" "Fine?" Silvio's eyebrows furrowed together in disbelief. "In the past twenty-four hours, you've had two panic attacks and a nightmare. That's not fine, Sadie."