Tobias Shower Crying Novels & Stories

He exclaimed in a normal tone maintaining eye contact with me, while Tobias just nodded at him, not understanding the true meaning behind his words. Tear were coming out of my eyes and Tobias thought, it was because of me coughing wildly. Dylan still glared at my tears, but he was familiar with the reason behind them. He knew I was crying at my fate. I stopped coughing after Tobias made me drink a little water. He was still worried, " Are you alright now?!" He was wiping my tears away with his thumbs lovingly as Dylan kept glaring, trying to drill holes in my head. It was making me uncomfortable.

I stopped because I couldn't help the tears fall from my eyes. I felt Tobias spin me around and pull me into his loving arms allowing me to cry into his chest. "Shhh baby it's okay. I got you." He leaned his chin on top of my head as he held onto my fragile body. "She - she stayed with him. And look at me - I - I'm just like her. I -" I cried and cried into his body as he stroked my hair just listening to me. When I finally stopped crying, he pulled me back over to the sofa, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs.

Tobias laughed and squeezed me a little tighter. “Why are you crying?” he asked, smoothing down my hair. “I don’t know, I’m just happy” I sniffled. He laughed again and rested his cheek on the top of my head. “Well, I’m glad”. After a few minutes I had calmed down again and the tears finally stopped flowing. Tobias now has a huge wet stain on his shirt, but he either hasn’t noticed or isn’t bothered by it. I sat up straight and wiped away the wetness from my cheeks and tried to calm my hair with my fingers.

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

I smiled as I stood up from the glue and confetti mess and wiped the glue blurring my vision before walking off, making squashing noises that drew chuckles from behind me. Fuck I hate my life. Tears rolled down as I made my way to the restroom once more and took off the sticky mess which were once my clothes. Fuck it's gonna be a long shower. In the shower, I cried harder than before as I felt the cold water run down washing most of the mess , though it was hard to get it off my hair. “ Are you crying?!! ” Fuck not Lena again !!!! “ Haven't you done enough ?!?! ” I yelled from inside the shower as I could not control the flood of emotions anymore.

Lila’s POV My voice rises before I can stop it, disbelief sharp and bitter on my tongue. “So you mean you called me here because you were insulted by some guy at the function you went to with your family yesterday?” I scoff into the air, a dry, humorless sound, and shake my head. “And that’s why you called me crying?” I gesture vaguely at the bottles scattered across the table. “Drowning yourself in alcohol?”

The exact millisecond she fully realized my eyes were open and I was breathing normally, her fierce, defensive walls completely crumbled into pieces for the very first time. She dropped her forehead right onto our joined hands and broke down crying, her chest heaving as heavy tears soaked right through my skin. "Hey," I croaked out, my throat feeling completely dry and raspy, like I had been swallowing straight sand for days. "Don't cry, future Alpha. You are supposed to be the tough one around here." "Shut up, Tobias, just shut your stupid mouth," she sobbed, looking up at me with wet cheeks and a totally red nose. "You have been completely out cold for two whole days because you decided to

I walk quietly to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sitting in the bathtub, I pull my knees to my chest and let the warm water envelop me. The shower is on; the sound of the water cascading down is almost comforting, but it can’t drown out the storm inside my heart. Tears flow freely down my cheeks, mixing with the droplets that splash against my skin. It feels like a release, a way to let out all the pain I’ve been holding inside for so long.

Completely ignoring the girl crying in the dirt. “Gunner, are you sure about this?” I asked still looking at Zoe. He pulled me around and into his arms. He crouched down to look into my eyes and cupped my face. “She tried to hurt you, she’s lucky I didn’t kill her” he kissed my lips and wrapped his arms around my shoulders bringing me into his chest. Someone clearing their throat behind me broke our hug. I turned to see Tobias back in human form, wearing only a pair of blue basketball shorts. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing that sculpted arrow. His dark skin made his eight pack and hairless chest more defined.