Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

Travian croaked, his voice shredded into a rasp that barely scraped past his throat. Soren’s chest shook with a wet, broken laugh, though it came out strangled. He swiped his sleeve across his face with rough impatience, as if the act alone could wipe away the truth, though the tears only came heavier. “Of course I’m crying, you idiot. Look at you. You could’ve—” His words broke, jagged in his throat. He clenched his teeth, but the wall he had fought to hold crumbled, and the dam burst. His shoulders convulsed, his breath ragged with sobs. “You could’ve died, Trav. You almost died… because of me.”

Gazing out into the fog-covered lake, I dream. Screaming in a deafening octave higher than any sound ever heard on earth, Tristan's mother quietly cries as she caresses his distorting body. He's fourteen years old, butt-naked in front of her, but in too much pain to care. "LARRY DO SOMETHING!" Adrianne yells. Larry strolls around the corner with a cigar. "Adrianne, he'll be alright. It's us that need to worry and take shelter." "No! I won't leave him alone!" she sobs.

I was no match for Raul's strength. In that humiliating position, Raul took everything he wanted from me. With tear-filled eyes, I tried to straighten my disheveled clothes and hair. Dylan was still snoring. The weight of the situation hit me, and the tears started flowing uncontrollably. Raul pulled out some tissues and tried to wipe them away, but they wouldn't stop. "God, you're a sensitive one, aren't you?" he remarked with a frown.

Marcus’s voice cut through again. “Kill him.” Tristan screamed. It wasn’t a word… no, it was a sound of pure agony, ripped straight from his chest. He crawled forward, hands shaking violently, tears mixing with blood on his face. “No,” I rasped, backing away, my palms slick with our blood. “Don’t you dare, Tris. Don’t—”

“She mocked me, mocked our baby, and you just stood there.” “I wasn’t…” “I don't want to hear your excuses.” My voice cracked. Damn it, I really didn’t want to cry. “If Tibet had not come, would you have let her keep going?” “It’s not what you think.” “I don’t care,” I lied, even as my chest cracked open. Tristan looked like I’d slapped him. His lips parted, but no words came out. And then he shook his head like he couldn’t bear to hear another word, turned, and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hall like thunder.

She woke up and heard someone near her crying softly. Almost like they were trying not to cry. Her mind was hazy and she tried to think of what had happened. Where was she? Why was she here? Who is crying? " Please....Please don't hate me." Came a very soft gentle voice. Then it was gone and so was the crying. The whole room was now silent.

“Sob... no one wants to play with me... no one appreciates my efforts... sob... huhu... no one wants to be my friend... sob... sob....” Hearing the crying, the people passed by the place, glanced at them, and it made Trish panic. “He-hey don’t cry. Alright, alright, you want me to accompany you to look for a new flower, right? Fine, I’ll accompany you.” “Is that true?” Anwen immediately stopped crying. “Yes.” “Yeay! Then, let’s hurry!” Seeing Anwen’s expression change 180 degrees, Trish gave her a strange look. How could he be trapped in this girl’s fake tears?

“Officers, my wife claims Maisie transferred her pregnancy symptoms to her, but listen carefully, she admitted that she was jealous.” Then came my own voice in the recording, “Fine! Yes, I’m faking it!” The officers’ faces hardened instantly, and they cuffed me on the spot. “Throwing a jealous tantrum to this degree? This is absolutely irrational,” one of them scolded. I struggled, desperate to explain, but then I caught sight of Maisie in the corner, smiling as she bit into a mango. The allergic reaction hit me instantly. It felt like invisible hands clamped around my throat, choking me. My limbs convulsed, my vision went black, and I clawed for help.

He emerged from a dumpster, reeking, utterly defeated. My bodyguards flanked me immediately, blocking his approach. Helpless, he could only beg from a distance. "Sheila, I know I was wrong. Please, can you spare me? My parents are old. If the company collapses, they won't survive it!" I stepped back, holding my nose at his stench. His expression flickered with embarrassment. "Does that have anything to do with me?" I asked coldly. "Of course it does! Don't you love me? You never had a boyfriend abroad all these years. Didn't you wait to come back and marry me?

My body trembled uncontrollably. "I don't need the likes of you serving me!" I bellowed. "I only went to the office to deliver a single file to my sister, and that was how you treated me? What about all those interns who went to Judd Group for interviews? What kind of torment did they have to endure?" I sneered. "Scums like you don't even deserve a chance for redemption." At that, Ethan went pale with fear. In his panic, he lost control of his bladder on the spot. He trembled as he knelt on the bloodstained floor, his hair torn nearly bare in places, his face covered in countless tiny wounds.