Sad Eyes On My Block Novels & Stories

Sadie collapsed to the floor, holding her face, tears streaming down as she tried to look pitiful. "Mom, you misunderstood-" she cried. But Scarlett cut her off immediately. "You're still making things up. Someone might actually keep believing you?" Scarlett's tone was dripping with sarcasm. Mossa's face twisted with both anger and regret. "Hmph! A misunderstanding? I heard every word you said just now!" "I-those were just angry words! I didn't really do it! Mom, you have to believe me!" Sadie begged desperately. Mossa looked at her tear-streaked face. After all, she was the daughter she had raised and loved for so many years. Her heart still softened.

The Lord opened his eyes. - My children told me important news. The city came to life in an angry roar of discontent and grief. Your lair has been attacked, but that doesn't matter. There is news and more important, - Shadof lowered his voice, and began to speak in a half-whisper, vibrating loudly in his ears.

I said not so sure of my voice. "Staz, are you alright?" she sounded very concerned. "H-he-e marked me Clo..." I let out with a trembling voice. A tear found it's way down my cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry Staz, no one deserves that." She cooed at me through the phone. My sister was so caring.

No human contact except when they slid food through the slot three times a day. He lay on the thin mattress and stared at the ceiling and thought about Caroline. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty room. "I'm so goddamn sorry." Then on the side was a pin on the picture of Astor Sinclair's newspaper. Definitely going to pay for something.

Whoever this is, they know how to muddy the trail. Her gut told her the interference wasn’t just digital. The kind of close GhostByte meant could mean eyes-on-you close. She crossed the room and checked her door lock—secure. The deadbolt was still in place. Still, she felt the pull to look out the window again. The street was empty except for a single black car parked across from her building. No movement inside. Windows tinted. Too tinted. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. One word on the screen: Smile.

I softly say loosing all my confidence while rubbing my arm were he had grabbed me. Chris’s eyes follow my movements and he takes a step closer with an out stretched hand as if he wanted to touch my arm but he drops his hand and puts them in his front pants pockets looking down at the dirty Portland side walk. "Fuck Sasha I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. I was” he takes a beep breath then continues to finish what he was saying “I was just caught of guard seeing you here”. I don’t answer just keep rubbing my arm and check my phone to see how much longer it says tell my Uber arrives.

He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow, knowing he was unable to ease the pain of those around him. As April’s gentle breathing filled the room, Aiden’s tears continued to flow. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, and the deep sadness of the day’s revelations was a burden he struggled to bear alone. Despite the comfort of April’s presence, the night was a reminder of the losses and heartaches that shaped his life.

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

Jade felt something for Gage, she felt pain for him. She didn’t want to see the rest of his life, she knew he was going to be cold and dark. She knew his whole life was a life and taken away from him. “I don’t even know what to say about this anymore.” She said with tears forming in her eyes. “Are you trying to make me see the sadness in each of their lives? I understand why they are in this.” “No Jade we are trying to show you why they are the way they are. You cannot change them, and we want you to stop trying. You have to continue with what you have to do.”

Richard was still holding me. He knew me, he knew me too damn well. "Here... give me your keys, let me put your stuff inside. Let's go, I'll take you back to your place. You're in no condition to drive. I'll take a cab back. Come on." I was too sad, too tired to argue with him. All these mixed feelings that I have towards James, being a sugar baby, my frustrations with my parents, Ashley and Nicole, and also Richard.