Sad Eyes From On My Block Novels & Stories

I couldn't shake off the feeling of deep sadness that enveloped me, knowing that the only person who truly mattered to me was nowhere to be found. I approached Scarlett, trying to gauge her mood. "Scarlett, are you alright?" I asked, my voice filled with concern. She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions – sadness, anger, and disappointment. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. But I knew better than to believe her. Scarlett was never good at hiding her true feelings from me.

Isaac suddenly contorted his face in raw pain and sadness, as if something deep had been triggered within him by Adrian's words. In that instant, Isaac became distraught, tears flooding his eyes. "What's wrong?" Adrian asked, concerned about lacing his voice. Isaac inhaled deeply, his chest trembling with emotion. "Just reminds me of my sister who is lost," he said through an agonizing voice. The words seemed to echo, a sad remembrance of the deep scars that Isaac had within himself.

Short beeps interrupted the conversation. Conrod actively moved the muscles of his face, trying to drive away drowsiness. - "You asked to be informed, the order is ready," - fucking moron, call at six o'clock in the morning on Saturday, - he grumbled grumpily, lying in bed. - Hammer a nail in your head! You could have called at least at noon, damn it. Conrod sighed sadly, the long-awaited weekend morning was ruined. There was no desire to get up, the dream passed, but the eyes were still closed. Conrod lay motionless on the bed, he remembered a dream he had at night, he had not had such dreams before. Dreams have always been like a movie: clear images, specific scenes, but always from the ou

It seemed that in this life, he was truly anxious. Anxious for me to go back to him. Anxious for me to lower my head and make peace. Expressionless, I blocked them both. When I looked up, Miles was still standing where he was. His head remained lowered as he lightly brushed the fluffy fringe on the sofa. Looking at him like that, an idea suddenly came to me. “However,” I said slowly. “You did embarrass me today.” Miles jerked his head up, panic flashing through his eyes. “Would you like to think about how you’re going to make it up to me?”

In one night. Sadie pats my shoulder. "Told you. Interesting." I don't know what to feel. Overwhelmed. Happy. Confused. Scared. Something else I can't name. "I'm going to bed," I mumble . "Good luck sleeping." Sadie grins and disappears. I climb under the covers and stare at the ceiling. Haruto is blocks away. Marcus wants me back. My life was boring this morning. Now I don't know what it is.

Sadie said in a sad voice. She was right on her place. “The scars he gave are too deep to be healed, Sadie. How am I supposed to forget everything and move forward? Those days will haunt me forever.” I replied to her. “Adonis was also played by those sinners, Gemma. Just think again before you take a life changing decision tomorrow.” She said and again went in a corner of my mind.

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

This is the place I considered my home which isn't mine now. I make my way towards the gate, passing through Roshan. The sky turns pink, soon it'll be dark everywhere. I quietly walk by the streets. Tears are continuously flowing through my cheek. I feel my head becoming heavy. I barely cry on things but when I cry I can't control myself. It stresses my body. I cried more during the last 2 months in comparison to my whole life. Sid's POV

I don't feel sad or happy, I feel empty. I took out my phone in my pocket and dial a number. It was picked up on the fifth ring. “Babe, where are you?” I asked just as a familiar truck zoomed past my hiding spot. My eyes turned into slits, chasing the back of the truck with my eyes. “Luna, I can't come to you right now. Something came up.” his voice was crisp and clear even with the wind blowing in the background. “But you promised,” I whined, putting as much emotion in my voice as necessary.