Tony Cry Novels & Stories

Minsk asked noticing the kind of move Tony is making. Silently Tony stand up from his seat and silently walks up to the bottle of wine on top of the table as he has exhausted the one in his cup. He poured some inside his cup. "You of all people should have been aware that I'm not okay I'm f****** tired of all this" Tony replied. "What are you tired of Tony?" Minsk asked. "Everything! I'm f****** tired of everything I think all I have to do now just to back off, I don't think I can do this anymore"

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”

she shot back, catching the muscular man off guard. “I’m Antonio, but everyone calls me Tony,” he smiled, assuming he just met his sexual match. “What’s your name beautiful?” Tony asked, finishing off the last of his beer. “My name is Cybill, but does it really matter Tony? Are we honestly going to remember each other after tonight?” Cybill quipped, knowing filthy little Antonio wouldn’t even be alive after tonight. “Damn, you are sassy! I like that. If you don’t cut it out I may have to spank you,” Tony smiled, his dimples cutting into the thick layer of stubble on his cheeks.

Either they are admiring his looks or talking about how stupid he looks; he doesn’t know since he couldn’t actually hear them from afar. “Come on, Tony! Smile!” Crystal called out and pulled on his arm in an attempt to get him into the picture which she is taking with her phone. Antony sneered and pried the woman’s hands off of his arm but she already took the picture before he was able to get free. “Don’t call me that.” Antony spoke in a harsh tone of annoyance. But Crystal wasn’t fazed at all, in fact, she dragged Antony once again to another animal, this one being a lion’s den.

I placed it down near the six potted plants. I suddenly heard people arguing and a baby crying and I knew it was from the flat below which belonged to Miss. Claw. It was no secret that Miss. Claw and Tydo always fought but their fights got worse when Tydo dropped out of school. I saw Tydo standing on the balcony smoking as I could hear Miss. Claw yelling in the background and the baby crying. I took the watering kettle and started watering the six potted plants. I suddenly heard the knock from the front door as I walked back inside.

he asked, sounding as though he was about to cry. She did start crying. “You have always had so much going for you,” she replied. “I mean, look at you. You’re hot as fuck.” Tony blushed. “And I’m just… me. I don’t have anything going for me. I don’t have friends, I don’t have a family. My job is shit. My life is shit…” she broke down sobbing.

Tony returns to the mansion after he finishes with his client, When entering the mansion, he sees the security guard responsible for washing the cars bringing out cars from the garage for wash, and one of them rolls a power bike out. "Have I not seen this before now?" He was asking himself. "Who owns that?" He asked the security. "This? It belongs to Sir Craig." Tony nods and turns, the securities talk to themselves. "Sir Craig is really like a god, especially when he is on black in the night." "He is like a knight." "All black?" Tony asked no one in particular. "Yes!" They replied, he ran inside, only to see Gregory and Whitney in the living room. "Is Craig, Cathy's savior?"

Tony commented. “One more word out of your mouth and I am putting a bullet through your brain. I dare you to say just one more thing, kid.” Tony knew he was annoyed so he said nothing. He thought of Krystal and wondered what she was like now. She has been living with a mafia boss for months now. Did she change or is she still the same?

"You can scream all you want, bitch, no one is going to save you. Also, I need to remind you that Kira is sleeping soundly. She won't come here to save you." "I can save myself," said Doctor Greg. "I need no help from the likes of you!" "How about you save yourself now?" Trevor grinned wickedly. He swung the bat with him and slammed it hard into one of his arms. A howl escaped Doctor Greg's lips, followed by a series of curse words. "Just wait until I get out of this goddamned chair, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in that rotten heart of yours, and I'll have your head in one of my cabinets and watch it rot slowly!"

If this humble book made you happy, sad, scared, or any other feelings even just for a second or if it taught you anything in life just a little bit, then it has served its purpose. SILENT CRY....now signing off. 💖