Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

When my dick entered her pussy, Tracy and I both gave a sigh of satisfaction. I patted her ass while I fucked her, saying, "Honey, your pussy is too tight to eat my dick in the wolf form. Don't worry, you will get it next time." "Ah... ha... no, no!" Tracy trembled at the corners of her mouth and began to cry. Her hoarse low sobs and groans mixed together, which made me faster and faster.

Stream of tears started to flow down my cheeks. I'm not sure why l am hurting right now. It feels like all the bad memories keep coming back and it's drowning me. I stood up and slowly took off all my clothes and get in the shower, naked. I turned on the shower before I sat down on the bathtub and pulled both of my legs tightly close tomy body in a fetal position. I let out all my frustrations and anger and let myself be drowned with my own tears. I didn't know how long i spent inside the tub until I heard a soft knock from the door and Travis's voice followed speaking from the other side of the door.

I rushed out of the office, I jumped on my bed curled like a ball crying after seeing my purple butt. I can't stop crying, I feel very small, I feel like I'm alone. It's just my luck. When I was in the Blackstone, I didn't get hit that much or that badly... I'm just 16 years old. Why do I take that much cruelty... I'm now sobbing loudly I didn't notice I was so loud to the point that I couldn't hear the door when it opened and shut " Hey, douchebag. I can't focus because of your crying." He said coldly

Nothing came out, and then, because my body had apparently decided it was finished cooperating with me tonight, my face crumpled and I started crying. Real tears. The kind that come from somewhere low in the chest and bring everything with them on the way up, Tristan's voice, his words, the eight months of lying in the dark wondering what was wrong with me, the thirty seconds that had proved nothing was wrong with me at all and everything that came with that, all of it surfacing at once, and I had absolutely no way to stop it. Chloe made a sound and pulled me into her arms and I sobbed into her shoulder.

He exclaims. I put my leg down and he closes the trunk door, I scream with tape covering over my mouth. I’m kicking the trunk with my legs, trying to find help. It’s been 20 minutes I stuck inside the trunk and I’m so fucking tired. My hands tied, my mouth covered with a tight tape, my body lay inside the trunk with no light, everything dark in here. He opens the trunk and I see light, I pant and scream inside the trunk.

"Please don't do this… I'm scared…" Tristan went rigid. He stared down at me, his eyes instantly brimming with tears. He ground his teeth, his voice choked with sobs. "Keep going." "I-I'll be worried…" "Enough!" Tristan suddenly roared at the top of his lungs as he sent the remaining liquor bottles crashing off the table and shattering across the floor.

Don’t need anyone. SLAM!!! The hinges squeak. The door rebounds against his shoulder. Tristan, my brother-in-law. His eyes are puffy and glazed with grief. Notes of alcohol and weed swirl around him. I blink twice, sitting up as I catch the white flick in his nose. His lips are cracked, and breath coming out in short, white clouds. But that’s not what scares me. My eyes drop to his crotch. Protruded. Smeared with his own wetness.

What is going on? At this point, Jonathan was crying. How could he forget about his son, who needs him, he is so busy in his own misery. When he was counting his days, it was not the time for him to cry and regret. He looked at the fragile frame of Trisha, who was still kneeling on the floor, looking at him with a tear-stained face. He was still wearing the same dress from three days earlier, which has holes in it, and that old-fashioned cap.

Tristan says for her, while she snuggles into his chest even more. "Don't you want to talk with daddy?" I ask her, maybe she'll come to me, even if she has to yell at me for leaving her at school alone. At first, Eden doesn't make any motion of coming toward me, she stays in Tristan's arms, after about a minute, she turns her head, making our eyes meet. Mine with her teary bloodshot ones, my wolf growled at the state she's in, he wants to wash her face and add some eye drops to help with the redness, but we can't do that, we are the reason she's crying, to begin with.

Jaden asked while pinching her nose. "Of course. Where are my mangoes?" Samantha immediately asked authoritatively. Both Jaden and Enrique shook their heads while smiling. "You two are really twins. Both are demanding!" Jaden commented. "Of course!" the twins proudly replied. When suddenly, a little whimper emerged between Jackson and Sophia. It was Tristan and he was crying. "Oh baby! What happened?" Samantha carried and coaxed her son in an instant. All of them were worried why he suddenly cried so they all went to his aid but also laughed when they heard his reason.