Spinel Crying Novels & Stories

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

My back arches and my fingers snap one agonizing bone at a time. I know I am in a memory. My wolf tries to calm me, but something happens and she howls out in my mind. This time the pain feels different somehow, more real, more… painful. My jaw aches and then a crack sounds jolting my head, echoing through my ears. I cry out in pain, looking for any relief I can find. I thrash against my breaking restraints as my tears drown me. But tears bring nothing but more pain and my screams seem to only last for a moment as my spine quivers in anticipation of what is going to happen next.

' She thought to herself, mentally preparing herself for what he was about to say next. "I, Wilson Montgomery James, reject...Jade-I mean Jadie Spinx as my mate and beta female." A strong burning sensation erupted in her chest and spread throughout her entire body. She hissed in pain and gripped her chest with both hands, trying to push down the fire that was raging through her. A tearing sensation tugged at the natural bond between the two of them, temporarily blinding her. Her lungs squeezed and made her head lighten from the lack of oxygen.

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

His voice is still too loud, but the pain in my heart is even more excruciating than the pain in my head. “No,” I cry again, my chest heaving. “No, you… You’re t-too la -late.” Sinclair crashes onto his knees in the snow beside me, wearing head to toe tactical gear that no doubt kept him perfectly warm through his own alpine trek. His arms reach for me, but I jerk away from him, my adrenaline spiking again now that my baby’s life is in unnecessary danger. I’m crying so hard I can’t catch my breath, but I still can’t make myself vomit. The surreal power swirling in my stomach only grows stronger, and I know there’s no reversing this. I jerk my head to Sinclair, and he reels back when he sees

at where it burns the most. Silver...I'm deeply... deeply...so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't patient enough and acted too quickly...I'm sorry I even bothered to tell anyone. I'm so sorry for the pain I put you through... I'm sorry for only bringing that to you. I'm sorry.... The cries burst out of my lips as I scream, forcing it all out till I can no more...my throat goes parched, eyes swollen and body broken from the violent tremors.

"To hell and you will have to get used to this hell." Rex warned her. Poor innocent Julie did not know the reason for the anger of the angry man standing in front of her. She started crying again. Seeing her crying like this, Rex got even more angry with her. And he said while grinding his teeth in anger, "Don't try to console me by pretending to cry in front of me. This effort will backfire on you. I like this room to be clean. It has reached this state because of you. So you will have to clean it, understand."

Allison’s sharp voice rang in my ears. “Eric, are you crazy? How dare you push him in front of everyone?” As she spoke, Allison hurried over to pull Aaron out of the fountain, but he floundered in the icy water for quite a while without getting up. It was winter, and the fountain water was freezing. Aaron sneezed several times, his carefully styled hair now soaked and disheveled. He looked utterly miserable. Some colleagues even pulled out their phones and started taking pictures.