Sonic Cries Novels & Stories

[AUTHOR'S VOICE] "Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!" —— Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections.

I am left screaming into the void, my grief and pain echoing through the empty room. In the depths of my anguish, I unleash a primal scream that reverberates through the room. It tears through the air, an anguished cry escaping from the depths of my soul. The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express.

I never expected Sonia to barge into my house. The housekeepers stopped her, but her face was pale and full of desperation. “Celine, please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Don’t let Tony leave me.” I glanced at my phone; I had only five minutes before I needed to leave. Before I could respond, Sonia’s demeanor shifted. Something I said—or didn’t say—must have touched a nerve. Her eyes darkened with fury, and she began to scream, her voice trembling with both laughter and sobs.

I cry out, fall and the world tilts sideways. I start hearing voices call out my name. Jon. Cali. Even Arc. Then everything fades to black.

The speed was reduced, the noises were softer, and the sound of the wind outside was also softer. He then vaguely heard someone crying and it seemed like it was a boy. When he listened closely, it seemed like it was a teenager crying. As he drove on, the sound of the cry became clearer and clearer. Even Sebastian, who was behind him, was woken up by the crying. "Nigel, where is the crying sound coming from? Why does it sound like it's that boy's crying to me?" Finn? Nigel was stunned. Yes, the crying sounded like Eldon's son, Finn.

" Now she sounded like she was about to cry "Don't have any other best friend okay" she just cries over the phone, which makes me break down too we were both crying like babies over the phone and my mom began to cry, Johnny's mum too then Johnny Caleb sobs a little "dude are you for real?" Luther said with an unbelievable expression "Sorry" he sobs "I just have a little something in my eye, I think I need some fresh air" he rushes outside

He inhaled the minty flavor of the so-called cancer stick into his lungs. He doesn't want to cry as well, but when Dionysus' sobs became clearer and more distinct to his ears, a painful tear fell from his eyes. Then, another one fell and seconds later, he was silently weeping in the corner. Dionysus' back was facing him so he wasn't that very ashamed to cry together with his boss.

She stumbles, her voice choked with sobs as she attempts to speak, but Jay's anger drowns out her words. "Why the fuck, Karen!" Jay's voice booms with rage, the sound reverberating through the room. His grip tightens, his fingers digging into her shoulder, as he drags her towards the door. Karen's legs wobble beneath her, her pleas for mercy barely audible over her sobs.

It reach the point of explossion, reach the deepest of the cave that slowly shaking, beating the hardness that was the fattest cave. Then there's a loudest cry that slowly defeated. The siren at the deepest lake shock the silent and push back the cry to never reach so far from the deepest of the cave. It block one from catching the cry and even notice the plea that accompanied with it. The one that got his way too far away. Not able to felt the ounce of burst and change that slowly give birth to a new season of the place. The forgotten one slowly trying to revive itself! “My...child,” the cry before it totally defeated by the destroyer of the sea. It so weak to even try to cry again, and eve

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.