Anthony Black Crying Novels & Stories

Emma would never be good enough for the pack. She knew that. But none of that mattered as long as she had her mate, Anthony, by her side. Until he betrayed her, announcing another woman as his mate instead. Branded as a raving madwoman, scorned, Emma finally realizes the truth. She was never more than a tool to them, doomed to spend her life slaving away for an ungrateful pack that would never accept or acknowledge her. So, she does what any crazy woman would. ***** She sets the pack on fire.***** If Anthony was going to reject her, he might as well reject everything that came with her. But leaving isn’t that simple. The pack refuses to let her go, hunting her down with orders to kill. That night, her world ends. She thinks she died. Until she opens her eyes... and finds herself in an even bigger nightmare. And she thinks for a moment “maybe dying would have been better.“ She had fallen straight into the trap of the dreaded fourth Lycan prince. Now, she is his property, one he has no intention of letting go. This strange man with an even stranger aura leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew. Why does he act as if he’s known her forever? And why is he so obsessed with keeping her by his side—like she belongs to him? Worse, she soon finds herself caught in a dangerous game between the other Lycan princes. There, in the arms of the Lycan, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about herself… and her fate.

BLURB "Anthony! You promised my dad you'd stay with me forever! You owe your life to him because you have his kidney, and now you're hooking up with my best friend?" I yelled, feeling like my heart was being ripped apart. "Ashley! You're my best friend! How could you do this?" I shouted, seething with anger. My mouth dropped open in shock and I glared at Ashley, trying to wrap my head around why my best friend, a hardcore feminist was having sex with my husband. She was supposed to be helping me fix my marriage, not sleeping with him! *********** Selina Roberts painfully witnessed the end of her marriage on their third-anniversary celebration when her husband issued her a divorce letter. Due to their forced alliance by their parents, she had always known his feelings for her weren’t true, but she continued regardless, hoping that one day he would love her. Selina asked her best friend to help talk some sense into her husband to save her marriage, but the tables turned when she caught them having sex instead. Completely shattered and betrayed, Selina agreed to the divorce bearing a pregnancy her husband knew nothing about. Unfortunately, amidst the turmoil in her heart, she met with an accident that almost claimed the life of her unborn baby. Left without family or friends, what will become her fate? Will she accept Anthony when he comes back to claim the seed he knew nothing about?

He vanished the night our child was born. A year later, he came back to take her from me. I never planned to be a mother. I only wanted to help Anthony Powell, a grieving widower desperate to hold onto a piece of his late wife. I agreed to carry his child with no strings. But when I went into labor, he never showed. Not a call. Not a word. Forty-eight hours passed. The hospital couldn’t reach him. And I was forced to make a choice that would change everything—I took that baby home and raised her as my own. For one perfect year, Nori was mine. Then he returned... Soaked in rain and regret, Anthony stood at my door with a story about a car crash and a coma. He said he never abandoned us. And then he demanded custody of the daughter I’d loved every day since her first breath. I lost everything when the courts sided with him and demanded I hand my baby over. But then...his lawyer came to me with an unthinkable offer: move into his home... and become Nori’s nanny. I said yes, but on my terms. If this “arrangement” fell apart, I wanted joint custody written in stone. Now I’m living under his roof, seeing glimpses of the man he used to be—the kind, broken soul who once only wanted a chance at fatherhood. But I can’t forget his cruelty and what he took from me. And the worst part? I think I’m falling for him all over again.

After getting back together with Tabitha Stark for the fifth time, she sets three rules for me to follow. Rule number one: Whenever I see Jordan Corke, I need to greet him respectfully. Rule number two: I need to have my blood drawn every day, for it's a necessary catalyst in Jordan's medication. Rule number three: I can no longer bond with my biological son, Anthony Fordham. I nod immediately instead of nitpicking every single detail as I did before. Whenever I see Jordan, I'll always greet him humbly and wait for him to leave. Whenever I see Anthony, I'll always take an alternate route to avoid him. Even when Tabitha finds out that she's pregnant and intends to get rid of the unborn baby, I can deliver her the miscarriage-inducing medicine without a falter in my expression. Her face contorted in disbelief, Tabitha smacks the bowl off my hands before roaring at me, "Have you gone nuts, Hugo Fordham? Since when have you become like this? "Haven't you always wanted a child with me again? How dare you agree that I go through the miscarriage right now! Tell me why!" I can't be bothered to answer her questions. At the same time, the system's voice grows louder in my mind. [Congratulations on completing all of the main quests as the villain. Please perish three days later. Your rewards will be issued to you shortly after that.]

Bethany Cole and Shane Stafford were supposed to get married in two weeks, but Shane was thinking about postponing the wedding again. It was all because his stepsister, Yelena White, had another episode and was crying for him to drop everything and take her to Maldivea to see the ocean. The wedding had been planned for two years, and Bethany had had enough. If Shane did not want to get married, she would find someone else to take his place.

It’s already hard being Black in America, but it’s even tougher surviving America as a Black Vampire.N, who is a vampire, has been on a long search finding the police officer who killed his family and cut off his tongue when he was young. He believes that the cop is in Virginia and goes on a grueling battle to find him. But he also falls in love, meet other unique Black Vampires like him, and leads a revolution to end police brutality and racism.

One year ago, my Alpha mate personally threw me into the werewolf prison. I was tortured until the beautiful Luna I once was completely fell apart. What he never knew… was that I was carrying his pup. A year later, when I finally walked out of that prison, the first thing I did was reject him— and break our mate bond for good. So why is he the one crying and begging me to forgive him now?

A young lady set to take revenge on those that killed her parents and render her only family left mute and partially blind, but the water of love wet her giving her a love fever as she fell in love with the only heir of the family and found out an unbelievable hidden secrets of the family. Will Mirabella be bold enough to avenge her parent's death and grant the request of her only family crying every day for revenge or will she let love lead?....

Sienna Thorne sacrificed her happiness to save her family's company from bankruptcy but in the end, after two years of loyalty to Xander Smith, she caught him in bed with her stepmother, Diane. Now divorced, Sienna finds herself pregnant and thirsty for revenge but lacks the connections and power to make it happen. When Anthony Miller makes her an offer that could guarantee her revenge plan, Sienna finds herself considering another contract marriage because what could go wrong anyway? However, the more she plays the role of his wife, the more she fails to differentiate acting from truth.

My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband “Daddy.” My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, “Shut up! That’s my dad!” Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can’t die out without an heir!” Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, “You’re just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.” I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. “If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don’t come crying to me when you regret it.” Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn’t have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.