Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

Although his memories remained a part of me and i could never be affected by any man again, i still managed to never look back at those images of him. "You are falling in lo--" "Bass..." i hugged her as tightly as i could, without putting any pressure on her bump. I wiped a tear off my face and more tears started falling down. {Its enough} Why are you fuvking crying lavi? You have stopped crying, then why now?? "You are fine right?" Came the concerned voice of Trisha as she hugged me too. "Yeah..just my harmones." Trisha chuckled as she slapped my back lightly. We soon proceeded to take a small nap before going for lunch.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

said Tristan. "Travis man, my name is Travis. Nothing, because I saw them crying on the side. Looking for their mommy, we were about to go to the guard but she bought cotton candy first, I couldn't help it because they are so cute. We were about to go to the guard well and you came," Travis said to him. I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath. I don't know what I'm feeling right now, the emotions are mixed. Scared, nervous and hurt.

Before I could finish speaking, a shadow fell beside me, carrying that familiar cold woody scent. At some point, Oliver had appeared next to me. He wore another perfectly tailored dark suit, his expression noticeably displeased. I stiffly looked up, instinctively searching for help. Sensing danger immediately, Tracy abandoned me without hesitation and disappeared. "Traitor." Forced into eye contact with Oliver, I let out an awkward laugh. "Morning, Mr. Holden." One hand tucked into his pocket, Oliver reached the other behind me and braced it against the counter as he leaned closer.

"My parents acted like that because they didn't want the baby! Risa's a wreck, and she cries every day because of what you did. I'm telling you right now, if anything happens to her, I'll make you pay." He grabbed my wrist, squeezing painfully. "Get up. You're going to kneel and apologize to her." I struggled as hard as I could. "No!" But he yanked hard, and I went sprawling to the floor. The stitches from my recent surgery felt like they tore open again. Pain shot through me like a blade. "Elmer, let go! My stitches tore open!" He didn't loosen his grip at all.

And when you enjoy the company's support while stabbing it in the back, you've lost every right to be forgiven. She jolted in her seat, almost sliding off her chair. I turned my eyes back to Keira, my tone tinged with mockery. "As for abusing power? No, I'm simply using the law to defend my rights, just as you tried to use public opinion to defend your so-called rights. We're playing by the same rules." "No, we're not!" a young mom suddenly shouted, breaking down in sobs. She rushed from her seat, trying to run to the front, but was held back firmly by those beside her.

“DA—Uncle!” “Uncle…” He came to a halt and stared at the two of them as those who whispered to each other. “H-Hi?” said Dominic, and when he saw his children in front of him, he realized he was crying again. “Why are you crying, uncle?” asked Carrie, and Dominic noticed Carrie was concerned about him. While wiping away his tears, he laughed and shook his head. Dominic smiled and patted them on their head. “Can I hug you?” he asked, opening his arms to confirm that he could.

“No I was not, why will you ask that?" I replied, touching my face to see if I had really been crying. "Your eyes are red and watering. Is something the problem, was it those people again.” Max clenched his fist, anger dancing in his eyes. “No it was not, I was not crying Max. Nothing is wrong." I turned to Mrs Rolly and said "can please get Trina from her room, she has been playing with her dolls since I got here.”

I said plainly. Fay blinked rapidly. “What?” I almost smiled at the memory. “He started crying because apparently Rio is neglecting him" I explained. Fay stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Tristan cried?” “Yes.” “Actually cried?” “Yes, Fay.” She looked deeply disturbed by this information. “That’s horrifying.” I laughed quietly. “It wasn’t horrifying. He was upset" I said. “He’s manipulative" she countered. That made me laugh harder. The sound echoed softly through the bathroom and for the first time today, the tension in my chest eased slightly.

Kriss almost cried with silent tears, holding his robe tightly to suppress his sob. “How did Father’s funeral go? How’s Tristan?” He asked, not paying heed to his misery as it cannot fix anything. “No one is listening to him… They are not believing him.” He sniffed, impotent to stare back into his dead eyes.. “They wouldn’t. They won’t drag their Prince into this mess. It’s obvious. You should know about it.” He hummed, smirking at his vulnerability. “Please don’t say this.” He sniffed, wiping his tears, looking away.