Novel & Cerita Sad Eyes On My Block

' Nathan grabs her hand stopping her on the main path. His hair is all wet and the golden curly strands are now flattened by rain. Even his light blue eyes have lost their intensity, concern and something else, like a hint of deep sadness, are messing with their colour. Tammy looks around for any rebels who might spy on them, terrified Nathan could become one of their victims. Let go of me!' She yells at him, trying to retrieve her hand from his grasp. Yet, after seeing his wretched face, she adds. Please!'

Mads came around the breakfast counter and gave Gaia a tight hug. Gaia unleashed her sadness and sobbed as Mads held her. “I understand you love Bash. And I also understand, love like that doesn’t fade away overnight. But you can’t stay locked in this game he’s playing with you. Oliver really cares about you. Give him a real shot. Or try to. Let’s meet him tomorrow at the beach. The fresh air and sun will do you good, and we’ll get to see his hot body shirtless.” Mads smirked.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

My mother’s eyes tore to him, and the smile fell off his face. “I kind of miss it,” Uncle Stephan said, before sipping from the glass of water. “I just kind of feel empty.” Yeah. Yeah. He wasn’t the only one feeling empty here—I was. I wanted to feel sympathetic but it was kind of hard when all I could think of was getting fucked by him. My father smiled at him, his gaze filled with sympathy. “It’s understandable, I mean you’ve been with her for over twenty years.” He turned to my mother. “I can’t imagine my life with Sarah.”

Sadie's meticulously applied makeup was marred by her tears, giving her the appearance of a disheveled mess. "Yaslyn," Sadie whispered, "you're kind-hearted, aren't you?" Yaslyn chuckled, her lips curled in disdain as she pulled away. "You leave me be, I leave you be. I never claimed to be kind-hearted." From Yaslyn's words, Sadie realized the bleak truth—she was not going to be let off easily. Resigned, she sat on the ground, silent tears streaking her face. Fear had gripped her heart. She could not predict what would happen next. All she knew was that she was doomed.

Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave. CHAPTER one: ••• “Dad, you can’t possibly be serious right now! Please tell me this is a lie,” Sadie cried into her phone, her eyes watery with unshed tears. She felt like she could barely breathe and was numb all over; she hoped this was all a dream. Her hands were almost pale white, clinging to the grimy three-year-old phone in a tight grip. She was barely making enough to replace the cracked screen after it had met with horrid accidents ever since she began fending for herself with part-time jobs.

Maybe because I already had a gut feeling, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it confirmed just yet. Instead, I typed, ‘Well. Enjoy your definitely-not-date. Let me know if he’s hot and. Or insane.’ Sadie replied a beat later. ‘If he’s hot and insane, I’m blaming you. You definitely set a trend and attract more of those kinds.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ ‘Wish me luck, Rainey.’ ‘Good luck, girl. And text me if he tries to sell you crypto or stares too long without blinking.’ She sent a thumbs up emoji. Then, ‘I’ll text when I get there. Pinky swear.’

CHAPTER 14 LARA’S POV The next morning felt… wrong. Not loud wrong. Not dramatic wrong. Just that quiet heaviness in my chest that made everything feel slightly out of place. I barely slept. Sadie had already left for work, leaving behind a sticky note on my fridge: “Don’t cry again. Eat. I’ll come later.” I stared at it for a few seconds. Then smiled faintly. At least someone in my life still knew how to care without questioning my integrity first.

she said, tears beginning to stream down her face. Tiodor sighed, irritated. “Get up, turn around, and leave the damn room,” he thought. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked, unable to stop himself. “In hindsight, my life is crap,” Libia said, her voice hollow. “The only people who ever loved me are dead.” The man sighed again. Few things were more annoying than a woman crying. “Aunt Elena always calls me useless. She makes me bring her coffee every morning, then parades me around to her business partners like I’m some kind of prize. Does she really think I know anything important? My dad used to call me his princess, but now I realize I’m disposable.”

It took me a few minutes to return fully to reality. "Oh!" I murmured when the driver's voice called me again. Thankfully he wasn't harsh, else I would have found my naive self crying at the moment. I hurriedly got out of the car with my boxes and paid him, simultaneously apologizing for the delay. "It's alright Ms." He said. "I figured you were sad. Whatever happened, don't let him get to you." My mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. Is it that noticeable that I am suffering heartbreak? "You are too pretty to walk the streets of Los Angeles with a sad face." When he said that, I found myself crying already. The foolish tears I had tried to control were overwhelming me. I quickly wiped th