Zabuza Cries Novels & Stories

I still don’t know why zucchini. “Hiii,” I said, sitting up straighter and kicking the ice cream bucket under the bed. My eyes felt puffy and raw. I tossed another tissue to the already mountainous pile beside me. “Are you good?” Maya asked. “I guess so,” I shrugged. “I cried my eyes out all of last week. I think I may have officially run out of tears.” “That’s impossible,” she said, tiptoeing through the scattered tissues like they were landmines. She climbed onto the bed next to me. “Okay. You need a reset because cry baby Charlotte has got to go.”

Rather, their molten eyes expanded and flickered with dread, which is something I hadn't anticipated seeing in them. Their heads raised one by one, cries escaping their throats. It was a harsh, irritating, somewhat melancholy sound that reverberated far into the ground. Their bodies then trembled. Their eyes, their claws, and the tears in their shadow-made skin all emitted smoke. As the light emanating from Rebecca's aura ripped at their very existence, their cries turned into shrieks. As I watched them stumble back, I stood motionless, chest heaving and blood streaming down my arm.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Author's pov (continuation of chap 56) Slight mature content ahead " Yes! YES I HAVE LOST MY MIND! I HAVE LOST MY MIND BECAUSE OF YOU! MY MIND, HEART, EVERYTHING IS CONTROLLED BY YOU! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! " Zeenat screamed and started to cry more. In our life we face a situation where we do not understand what we should do. Should we laugh in happiness or cry in sadness

Why was her own so damn useless? "Olorun! Olorun o! Nje omo re ti o gba bi? Fojuinu mi! Omashola! Eniyan funfun yoo gba mi fun panaga! Mo ti jiya!!!" (God! God oh! Am I your adopted child? Imagine me! Omashola! This guy will take for a prostitute! I have suffered.) She fought the urge to not cry. She lowkey was hurting. Her ego and pride had been wounded. He asked for one night! (FLASHBACK...

𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. "Zannicus, I need your help. I know-.....that it isn't a good time but-.....I just want to do something for him." 𝗜 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀. "For Gabe?"

What baffled me was the look of shock and guilt in her eyes. “Yes, you don't seem pleased to see me.” “Where are you Zoey?” a familiar voice called from inside our bathroom. “What's going on here?” “Please calm down, Caleb, it's not what you think.” “You are naked and holding two glasses of champagne and a male voice is asking for you from the bathroom.” “What is going on here….oh. I thought you said he wouldn't be home till Monday. This is not good at all, I’m leaving.” walking away he wore his clothes hurriedly and left

I am unable to think of anything now but him. - I don't want to hurt you- I murmur scared. I see his eyelids start to close so I pluck up my courage and start inserting the tweezers into the wound. I have no experience with this and that only increases my urge to finish now. The sound of the flesh sliding the metal inside it makes me gag and I can do nothing but cry like a baby when I see Azael squeeze his eyes tightly.- Sorry ...

Euphenia screams at them. This is not how I pictured this fight, but it's freaking hilarious. Zeida dances a little closer to them and then lets out a loud, shrill sound. It hurts my ears, but nothing like how it affects the witches. They drop to their knees and scream with their hands over their ears.

Zeak gets out of bed faster than I realized was possible. "No, please don't cry. I didn't know. I.. you saved me. I didn't die... you... I don't understand. Please don't cry. Lucy...fuck," Zeak says while reaching out to console me but doesn't make any contact with me. He pulls his hand away just before grabbing my arm, making me lose my shit harder. My shoulders bounce up and down, with my face now planted in my hands, crying shamelessly. So much has happened in such a short period.