Trunks Crying Novels & Stories

Before I leave I heard Cesar rubs his temples and groans. I don't stop when he says to stop. I'm crying so hard and loud that I can't focus on anything else but the pain in my neck and the salty tears coating my cheeks. I faintly remember where the harem was located, my bare feet slapping on the cold stone floors as I rush to the comfort of Michelle and Cassandra's arms. I see the big wooden door, the first one to the right of the stone staircase. I burst into the room and the unyielding arms of Tristan, or Drinks of Waterfall. I gasp and wipe my eyes quickly before he could see that I was crying. He sets me back on my feet before taking a good look at me. "You cry," he states.

Tristan had his face buried between my breasts, whimpering words into it and squeezing the life out of me. I placed my hands on his arms, pushing them a little to loosen his hold on me. "Tristan, is everything alright?" He shook his head, tickling me by the movement of his head in my breasts. "Do you want to talk about it?" He pushed his face back a little, his chin carefully placed on my breasts. His eyes were wet with tears and sadness.

And then I tried to take my hand back, his grip. That's when I got his attention, he turned to me. I can no longer see any emotion on his face. I was even more disappointed when I saw his suit again stained with chocolates, just now I also noticed that even his inner dress shirt was stained with chocolate, I was tired and held my breath. I started crying again. "I-I'm sorry." Travis stammered and no matter how hard I tried not to cry, I really want to cry. Even though I try to mature, in the end I'm still the sixteen year old Kourtney.

He threw himself when he realised that he had no answer for the question and he looked up with eyes that were filled with a waterfall. “Oh, dear Sasuke! Look at them, they wear so many masks! I thought…I thought that at least, I could trust one of them…! All of them are forcing my hand.” Travis huffed immediately after turning his phone on, searching for his mother's picture. Tears streamed down on his face and his heart broke when he was looking at his mother's smile.

It took him over the top and he released with a groan, ‘Fuck’ He grunted, he had not needed to do that since he was a teenager she was under his skin and the more she resisted the more he wanted her. Trina stood hugging herself trying not to cry, her tears would do no good but she had no idea what else to do a small sob escaped and for a brief minute she thought about jumping into the ocean again, ‘Are you okay Miss’ She jumped and stumbled and strong arms caught her holding her close, ‘Hey, I’m sorry I did not mean to scare you.’

He couldn't let others see him crying, which would make others think he was hypocritical. No one could understand such grief. He couldn't express his sadness. Andy's father stood aside. Even though he had been looking at everything calmly, he couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Tristan wiping tears. No pathetic feeling could compare with a man's wail. Hearing the voice, Tristan didn't even dare to look back. He was afraid that he couldn't help crying with Andy's father. After all, no one knew what he had experienced.

I sat on the sidewalk, feeling so cold inside. My heart was hurting very badly. I couldn’t stop crying. My eyes were full of tears. I sobbed loud and hard. I felt like my world was breaking apart. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted everything to stop. My hands trembled as I grabbed my phone. I didn’t care if people saw me crying. I just needed help. I pressed Tristan’s number and waited. My voice was shaky when I spoke. “Tristan… please come. I need you now.”

He just wept harder, gasping between cries. “My angel?” Grandma Yuna’s voice broke through the air as she hurried to him. “What happened? Who did this to you?” Trunks looked up, tears streaming down his face. The sight broke her heart into pieces. She immediately knelt beside him, gathered him into her arms, and led him to his room. She laid him gently on his bed and sat beside him, holding him close like a child. “Tell me,” she whispered, brushing the tears from his cheeks. “Who made you cry?”

"W-what’s wrong?" A small voice called out again, "Aiden, why are you crying?" Tristan turned to see a little girl with pigtails, about four years old, running toward them. She skidded to a stop and stared at Tristan. Then, without warning, she started crying too. "What?" Tristan asked, completely baffled. "Why are you crying?" The girl pointed a trembling finger at him. "You made my brother cry!" she shouted, her sobs growing louder. Tristan blinked in confusion. "I didn’t do anything to your brother!" he protested, but his defense only seemed to make the crying worse.

Oh my demons . “what? what happened ?” Travis ran in my room . “What 's wrong ? Wh.. why are you crying ? What the hell happened ? Did Doggo hurt you ? show me.” He started searching my hands and arms . Concern was written all over his face . “Travis . Travis listen .” I hold his face . I fucking don’t know why and how . My stupid instinctes work this way damn it . He just stared at me blankly before I broke down , gritting .