Demon Slayer Zenitsu Crying Novels & Stories

Her vulnerability is on full display, in front of her son, who doesn’t know how to console her. “Belle?” Zen walks in the room. The sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows. The blazer he had hanging from his shoulder drops on the floor as he takes quick strides towards her. She looks at him; her face looks so beautiful to him when she cries. It’s sick, he knows it is but he can’t help but admire her beauty. Her tears starts falling even more seeing him, he quickly pulls her into his chest and wrap his arms around her body. She buries her face in his chest and lets out loud cries of fear. Zen looks at Tim, who is staring at his mother dumbfounded.

“You have extraordinary foresight, Miss. Indeed, my wife is not here. Xhd committed suicide due to social pressure.” “Nah it's not that deep. I just thought if your wife were still here she wouldn't let you walk around in dirty clothes.” “Well, you are kind of right. She was a neat woman.” Tousen San cracked a smile. “Little girl, I think he's had enough.” Violet told Emily who immediately got off him and wiped the sweat forming on her forehead. “That's was tiring but pretty amazing, I was able to vent.” Violet patted Emily on the shoulder and looked at Tousen San, “Have you all have your revenge yet?”

It was a very stupid and selfish act, and I was disappointed in her. She finally looked at him. Tears had gathered in her eyes. I searched her eyes for remorse but I found none. I couldn't tell if she cried because she was sorry or because she was caught. “I'm sorry, Zen.” she whispered. Just then, she reached for a dagger in her boots. Before anyone of us could realize what was happening or even make it to her, she had slashed her own neck and dropped to the floor.

Not at all showing traces of weakness, which caused Zenos to be amused. “No, I don't!” Zenos cut in straightforwardly while staring back at green eyes. Hayden quickly said eagerly. “I tell you, if you ever think of killing me, you won't go scot-free.” “Is that why you're crying?” Zenos taunted. Hayden froze due to Zenos's words. Who's crying? How can he cry? He… but the mocking expression on Zenos's face unconsciously got him believing.

That guilt will eat me up. "Zen, please," I gasped, the words torn from my throat as I struggled to breathe. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." But Zen's only response was a snarl, his eyes ablaze with rage. He raised his clawed hand for the final blow, a look of victory etched on his face. And then, everything went dark.

Dressed in black, long raven tresses spilling down over her shoulder, her face festing into her raised legs. “Just fuck off and leave me alone!” she shouts. “Don’t make me shift and take your fucking balls off!” “Always so polite,” I replied after a second. Her face tilts up, she hasn’t been crying. I know without asking. Zena isn’t the kind of woman to give into any display of weakness, even on her own. But she’s sad. So fucking sad it breaks my heart to see her face. Those grey eyes haven’t seen sleep in days and I swear her collarbone is more visible.

Little beads of perspiration dotted Kendalf’s forehead, the only indication of how difficult the healing process was on the healer. Silver eyes slashed to the hand gripping his forearm, jumped to Zen’s gaunt face. There was the glitter of death in those pale eyes. Zen met the ice-cold gaze, stare for stare. His mind struggled to tune itself, find a path. When he could not, he reached for his voice. The words formed in his brain but were lost before his vocal cords could find them. Black fury swirled at his own inadequacy, but he pushed it aside. Caitlin needed blood, needed help. He had caused her enough suffering. "Blood." The single word was more of a growl than anything else, but the heal

I suddenly felt someone grabbed my hands and my eyes landed on Tokyo who looked at me worriedly. "Sorry guys, our manager called and she needs Zaya," she said as she bowed while I spaced out. I don't even know where she took me but we suddenly stopped and she looked at me worriedly. "Zaya, stop crying, please," she said and my hands reached my face and I felt a liquid pouring in. I am crying? Why am I crying when I feel like I'm not feeling anything? My body feels so numb that I'm doubting myself if I am still breathing.

Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?” The Soul Eater shakes her head no, and then caresses the woman’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss her mouth. The minute she kisses her, I sense something strange has happened. When she walks casually off, the woman is left standing there staring after her and then she falls to the ground.

Fresh tears poured down my cheeks, mingling with the blood that trickled from my lip, my sobs hitching in my throat as I lay there, broken and bleeding. Zane’s expression softened again, his eyes filling with something that looked almost like regret. He knelt down beside me, his hands reaching out to lift me back up, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I'm sorry, Jaselyn," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. "I don’t want to hurt you, but you keep pushing me. You’re only in this situation because you won’t obey me."