Sadeyes Stories

Santana Moreno was just 13 when she started her gang. los Muertos is a gang mixed up of Blacks and Mexicans. Her parents disowned her when they found out what she was doing at 15. She moved in with her boyfriend at the time. They broke up when she was 16 because she was tired of his mom treating her like shit, she found out she was pregnant with his baby but she never told him. she had her son and kept him a secret. Now shes 17, a single mom to a almost 1 year old son, a gang leader.

Ruby's older sister Sara comes back to live in Freeridge. She never had trust in love until she met someone. Would that guy be able to bring her trust back again and start a new life with her? ___________________________________________ #1 Rollerwolrd #2 SadEyes #4 rio #2 santo

"Damn look at that fine hyna" "Who Mariana"ceaser said looking at Monse older sister "Monse if you were a girl- "I am a girl" "No a girl like your sister would you wear underwear?" "Is that a question I should answer?" " I could just hear her now 'ouu Ruben,I like it rough" "You forgot the part we're ceaser's brother claimed her" "Damn"

Briar "Baby" Rose Guzman, has been and always will be in the gang life. From her biological father. To her step father. When life changing events cause Briar to move back home alone, shit gets real.

2 primary's.. 7 high schools.. Only 14.. Always alone... Ella battles day after day not with people but with her head. She suffers with the horrors of mental illness One day it all becomes too much will Ella stop the pain or will somebody do it for her?

"He taught me things that i will never forget." [i do not own on my block nor the songs used in this book. Any character not in on my block is owned by spookysblock.] Be fucking creative and dont steal other people's work. all love. Hope you enjoy.

a secret letter to my father.

It was strange. I would get on the subway everyday before and after school and still see the same good looking boy with sad eyes, sitting alone listening to music. I've always wanted to talk to him but I knew I never would. At least that's what I thought until one day he caught me taking a sneaky picture of him. That was the beginning of me falling in love with The Boy On The Subway.

I don't know what to call it. Astral Projection, Tantric Union or simply Dreaming. Unexplainable dreams, I feel them real. Emotions, thoughts that I want to say, are floating in the void and water the space. The person across me, I feel him. His own feelings, things he wants to say, things I want to hear, are connected to my own existence. A secret union of souls. I do not know how to say it. Connection or hallucination. Δεν ξέρω πώς να το ονομάσω. Αστρική προβολή, Ταντρική ένωση ή απλά Όνειρο. Όνειρα ανεξήγητα, τα αισθάνομαι αληθινά. Συναισθήματα, σκέψεις που θέλω να πω, αιωρούνται στο κενό και ποτίζουν τον χώρο. Το άτομο απέναντι μου, το νιώθω. Τα δικά του συναισθήματα, πράγματα που θέλει να πει, πράγματα που θέλω να ακούσω, συνδέονται με την δική μου ύπαρξη. Μια μυστική ένωση ψυχών. Δεν ξέρω πώς να το πω. Σύνδεση ή παραίσθηση......

"sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies, kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye."

❝I wish I was her.❞ ❝I don't.❞ ❝Why?❞ ❝She's sad. You can see it in her eyes.❞

These are just a bunch of little things that go through my head, or it's just weighs on me emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually. So there are going to be some writing you as readers can relate to, or have a say on one of my writings DM me. if you want me to write about a specific or unknown subject let me know! :) Hope you all enjoy!

Andrea went to a private school because her anut sent her there to get a better education she didn't want her to be in the gang or anything but it's her family legacy and she had joined the gang and finds out that sad eye is her brother

just read.

This is a lot like a journal, I'll be sharing my this thoughts about things, I'll rant , and I'll talk about some other things along the way, including memories, and stuff like that.

What the title says :) Taking requests: yes [] or no [✔️]

we the ones who almost were. do you still think about me? i guessed not.