Trunks Crying 소설 & 이야기

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 .

Heat floods my face, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them back hard. I won’t cry here. Not in front of them. I already started this facade, I might as well see it to the damn end! Tristan laughs, low and rich, the sound vibrating through me in ways that make my core throb even as anger boils over. “Oh please. We wouldn’t be that stupid.” My head snaps in his direction as I raise a brow, and he clears his throat, thinning his lips before explaining. “Well…. Because, you know….”

They knew something happened but didn't know what was exactly. "You alright, bro? Let's go. You need immediate treatment. Shit! This is deep...I'm gonna slaughter that motherfucker." Tristan growled. Daniel did not listen to him because his undivided attention was on his Dove who was crying badly looking at him, standing in shock. Her face was paled with red eyes.

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

"Go take care of her—and do it cleanly." In that instant, I saw two men walking toward me, each holding black plastic bags and ropes. I panicked and struggled violently, attempting to break free. Just then, a black Cadillac rammed the warehouse door, causing the iron doors to fall with a heavy thud and stir up a cloud of dust. Marco bolted from the car, his eyes completely bloodshot as he yelled, "What are you doing, Mamma?" Upon spotting Marco, Donna looked rattled for a brief moment before settling back into her poised state. "You should stay out of it, Marco. I'm taking care of it on your behalf."