Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

Their throats had been slit, and their eyes were dead open. Tristan covered his open mouth, trying to take a step forward, but he couldn’t move a single muscle. He couldn’t inhale or exhale. He couldn’t hear anything else but silence. His hands trembled as tears broke out of his wide eyes. He couldn’t remember dropping onto his knees … or even crawling towards them, his hands sliding through the pool of blood as if swimming through it.

Bright cars raced through impossible tracks while explosions and engine sounds blasted from the speakers. “I’ve never actually played a video game before.” Tristan stared at me like I’d confessed to never seeing the sun. “You’re serious?” I laughed quietly. “My aunt and uncle weren’t exactly the fun type.” A grin spread slowly across his face. “Okay, that’s actually tragic.” Tristan was different from his brothers, he was youthful and hadn’t fully hardened yet. Though the gun casually resting beside him on the couch definitely ruined part of the innocent image. He pulled the headphones off completely, revealing hopelessly messy curls that looked like he hadn’t brushed them once all day.

I started crying. " Sshhh, I can feel you, but always remember that I am still here to be with you, and now we have another family to help us, there are Jordan and Kim," Liz said, " You need to be at your strongest when you're feeling at your weakest" She added I can't stop my eyes from watering, I just buried my face on Liz's shoulders and cried like a baby. Jordan

Five years was such a long time to be separated from one’s child. Becky locked eyes with his son and solemnly studied him. The boy chuckled exposing his teeth and lo! They were brownish. This struck Becky very hard as if a sword had slid between her ribs. The tears that had formed gushed out and furiously rolled down her cheeks. She quickly blotted them out with the back of her hand.

I was finally able to get out of bed without his leg hindering my actions, with a satisfied smirk on my face i went in to the bathroom silently thanking Corvan for being a distraction to what today is. i came out fully dressed in a light pink short short and a white cupcake hoodie that belonged to Adam. It was one of his favorite hoodie and he like the fact that I was big for him, so it’s even bigger on me, that’s why it’s reaching my mid thigh, matching it with a knee length fluffy stockings with little cupcake imprints. i looked looked around the room searching for Corvan but did not see Corvan.”hmmm guess he left”. I reached under my bed and brought out an old shoe box filled with picture

You muttered bitterly as she raised her knee and kneed that prick in his prized possession; his manhood of course. Toby grunted as he toppled over in pain, clutching onto his groin which was in much pain now. Nicole smirked, taking a step back as she pretended to be dusting off her shoulders. "Now, Tobias, If I were you, I'd stay away from me unless you're asking to not be able to ever have kids." "Karma will be a bitch," Nicole muttered before turning on her heel, pushing past the crowd and walking off. She may be walking away showing a proud smirk and her head held high, but right when her face turned away form everyones sight, tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked out of the buildi

Crawling, walking, running, jumping with both feet. Jumping tantrums in many shops when her parents wouldn't buy her what she wanted. Pulling and carrying toys... misplacing them and making the house a mess. Crying for the toys she misplaced. Climbing on furniture, almost giving her mother a heart attack afraid she would fall. Throwing and kicking a ball towards her dad or grandpa or Uncle Sam. Walking up the stairs while holding the rail. Daddy teaching her how to brush her teeth and hair. Mommy doesn't have to help her pull up her pants anymore. She claims to be a big girl. Turning on the faucet and leaving the bathroom a mess. How did she even reach there? Holding up utensils and crayons

I dread what's going to happen when we run out of hours, and we don't have Trick anymore. Unexpected emotion clogs my throat, and I tell myself to dry it the fuck up. Crying's never helped with anything, and there's no reason for me to be crying over something that hasn't happened yet. They're making noise in the bathroom, and I smile as I hear Riley. "I can't reach it." "Can you reach it now?" He's probably lifted her up, doing the things her dad should be doing with her. "Do you like tacos, Trick?" she says as she runs to the kitchen and sits in the seat she claims as her own.

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

I sob quietly. A few minutes later, I stop crying, as I am tired of moping around and feeling so sorry for myself. I undress and wear his black shirt to sleep. I am stupid for thinking that we are going to be in the same room. I rest my eyes, and soon, I drift off to sleep. Don’s POV