Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

And he's alone in a prison cell. Young Tristan is crying, wailing. "Mother! Mother, please!" Tears are streaming down his boyish full cheeks as his broken voice rings out into the hallway from the bars of the cell. It's dark and I can barely make out his body, but I can see outlines of him just curled up in the corner like a baby, calling for his mother.

“I could have you fired for that. I could walk back in there right now and tell your father that whatever deal my company had with Bracknell Inc. is over.” “You know what?” I stomped. “Fuck you, Tristan!” I made to move away again, but he held me back and spun me to him. Again, my hand swiped at his face in a slap. Except that this time, my eyes were filled with tears. Tristan’s eyes were dry, the fire in them blazing—an infernal thing that warmed my entire body, even now. “What is wrong with you?” I asked through broken sobs. Tristan watched me In silence as I cleaned my face up and tried to hide my sniffling.

she screams, curling her hands into fists and punching her head multiple times "You're nothing but another sad story about another tragic old lady" "Why are you doing this to me, what do you want?" tears fall down her face like water from a waterfall "I want you to let me out, you've trapped me in here for way too long. I've waited years for you to take action and now you've lost your chance. Since you've clearly shown you're too pathetic to do anything yourself, I've come to do it for you" there was pain in its voice "Trap you? When did I ever do anything to you?" her voice creaks and breaks

Is he looking at me as though I’ve just stumbled into the office out of bed? Well, that’s not possible. It’s the weekend, after all. Derek can’t tell me to change. “How about you ask what’s wrong?!” My brain screams. “Tris, come on, sweetheart,” Derek is saying when I zone back into the conversation. “No! It’s ugly!” She shouts in her small voice. “I hate this one!” I bend down to look at the four-year-old crying large tears. “What are you talking about? You look beautiful!”

Trying not to shout with each movement my jaw makes. Blood starts to leak from the corner of my lips. When I hear " Oh shit!" Come from the side of me, as my brother Taylor grabs a napkin quickly dabbing at my face. " Sarah just spit it out! It's okay you don't have to eat the burrito" He frantically huffs. I move my eyes to my father's hearing him tell us " But she needs to eat Taylor, she only has to tough it through it" Taylor turned so fast glaring at our father. " What the fuck dad! What kind of parent would want to watch their own child suffer in pain!" He yelled out, glancing around the room. " I think it's time Dr. Solum put her on an I.V. with a feeding tube" Taylor says to everyon

Eli replies humorlessly. I walk over to the table where an assortment of food, coffee, and juice is laid out. I start buttering a slice of toast and then pour myself some orange juice. “So I heard someone weeping last night in Rose’s room. The voice didn’t sound feminine, it sounded rather deep… like this,” Tristan says as he proceeds to bray, mimicking a donkey. “Shut up!” I yell. “Ohhh, boy. What was she doing to you that made you cry like that?” Tristan asks.

3rd Person's POV Flowers were thrown left and right as the coffin slowly goes down the ground. Sound of sobs, weeps, and loud cries are heard around. Gabbie is holding her mother who cannot be calmed as she is draining herself with her nonstop tears coming out. Gabbie was sitting silently as she stare at nowhere. She cannot even realize that her tears are flowing on their own and wetting her cheeks. She doesn't understand any of the happenings. It was too fast and she can't ride on it. She must be walking too slow.

I really need someone to tell me otherwise. My eyes blurred and my chin began to quiver. I tried not to cry as I blinked my eyes but I couldn't help it. Slowly, tears started running down my cheeks. I know crying and throwing tantrums won't change anything, but I couldn't help. I was sick and tired of everything. My life felt like a never-ending nightmare. An unknown fire in his green eyes but it was gone before I could decipher it. "Stop crying," His hand lightly grasped my cheek, and he stroked it very gently.

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

I've been trying so hard to contain my tears but it just won't budge. I could see Miya's face with intense sadness as she looked at my whole face. I know. I know that my face shows how hurt and broken I am right now. There are no enough words to describe what I am feeling right now. This is just too much for me to handle. "M-Mi..." I cried louder. She did nothing else but hug me tightly, securing me that she'll always stay by my side, just like the old times. "Hush, f-ck... settle down, Trin... I'm crying too..." she said trembling while still hugging me tightly.