When The Last Teardrop Falls Blaque Novels & Stories

Jesse’s scream rang in my ears as well as in my chest as I stumbled, then fell back to the dirt. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Bleeding Out for You” by The EverLove.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

“Just don’t be out here for too long, baby.” Once everyone is inside, I play a few more songs. Sadness overcomes me as I sing “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis. I close my eyes as the song winds down. I’m nearing the end of the song when a shuffling noise startles me from my melancholy. Startled, I come face-to-face with Traeger. He’s squatting down on the other side of the fire with an intent stare. Placing the guitar next to me, I peruse his face and what I can see of his body. His face is rugged with stubble like he hadn’t shaved in days. His body is covered in black, and his eyes are hooded. The light of the fire highlights his strong jaw and gunmetal eyes, making them shine like mirrors. L

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

When i get there im surprised when i see Ace arguing with Mr Blakk. " Think about my offer, you have less than 12 hours to decide or all your dirty laudry gets out to the world." Mr Blakk says to Ace. Who looked very angry i wonder what dirty laundy he is talking about. It happened so suddenly one moment Ace was pacing around the next he was holding Mr Blakk by the collar.

He just wanted to hold hands and watch the water flow at the same time. Perhaps, he thought, he understood too late. The winter song had a hint of sadness in it. When the last note finished, Blake's hands were still on the black and white keys, his tall body lightly trembling. Would they be happy? They would definitely be happy. Blake's eyes became watery. He raised his chin and let his tears flow backward. Then, he turned his head to look at the woman beside him. Her head rested quietly on his shoulder; his black hair scattered on the light gray sweater. She gently closed her eyes, his long eyelashes wet.

Pain sears through my body. And the last thing I hear before the world goes black… “…Your power… belongs to me.” To be continued..

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

“It's me crying but the tears aren't the point. It's the reach. I'm trying to grab something that isn't there anymore. Someone that used to be part of my life. That made me happy. And I know it. That's why I won't look at my hand, because if I do, I'll have to admit the space is empty.” She kept on smiling. Motivating me to say more. “The black is heartbreak. It's everywhere in the frame because that's how I feel. It takes the entire room. The colors on the edge is what's left of him, and us. They used to be bright. But now, they're just bleeding into the dark.” “Kehlani.” She touched my hands. “This isn't stupid. I mean, yeah, it's supposed to be part of the theme. It's amazing. It's why yo

I mouthed, tears dripping to the pavement. He reached for me, his hands shaking, but he was too late. My body gave out, folding to the ground. My cheek pressed against the rough asphalt, and my last tear slid free, soaking into the pavement like some cruel offering. The world went dark. And for the first time in years… It was finally less chaotic.