Romans & histoires Zabuza Cries

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was my best friend, Zabrena, calling. “What, Brena?” I answered with a little more attitude than intended. “Ew. What you got all that attitude for?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just tired.” “Why does it sound like you been crying?” “I have,” I said shakily, as the tears started to fall again. “Aw, friend, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you start crying again.” “I’m OK. I just need to get it out of my system.”

Hana continued to encourage Zayn. Zayn’s tears had already gushed out like a broken dam. He finally bawled his eyes out, his sobs were incomparably repressed. It sounded like a goshawk’s whimpering cry. Hana, who was sitting on the bed, felt extremely heartbroken when she heard it.

she spoke quietly, yet her voice carried the firmness of a hardened leader. Silence engulfed the room as the weight of their decision settled upon them. Finally, one by one, the group nodded in agreement, their gaze falling to the table—a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifice they were about to make. A single tear escaped Zea's eye, her emotions threatening to overcome her. But she fought to maintain her composure, wiping away the tear and clearing her throat. A sly grin formed on her lips as she spoke, her voice laced with determination. "Well, well, well, it seems we have some troublemakers in our midst. But fear not, my dear friends, for I have a plan to rectify this mess and emerge vict

“Everything is gone.” The tears I had been holding back all night finally fell. “Years of work…” My hands tightened around the ruined papers. “They destroyed everything.” A sob escaped me. Then another until I was fully crying. I hated crying. I hated showing weakness. But this was different. This wasn’t just a room. This was my life. This was everything I had worked for. Everything I had sacrificed for. Before I could stop myself, I cried out in anger and pain. Magnus was immediately beside me. I didn’t even notice him move.

I said trying to be as calm as I could. "Ava!" Zaza called out, her voice echoing through the stillness of the night. "Ava, you won't believe what I just saw!" My gaze could not leave her face, she had triggered my curiosity by the urgency in her voice. "What is it, Zaza?" I asked, my heart racing with anticipation. "What did you see?" Zaza took a moment to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to find the words to describe her discovery. "It's the beast, Ava," she said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I saw it! I saw it right here in the palace!"

"I have only so much patience, human. I am giving you one month. When the moon is full once again then my patience will be exhausted and, despite your unsuitableness, you will then become the entrails I crave and your soul lost, understood?" Zuberi choked, his words stuck in his dry throat. Babi gave his head a vicious pull, snarling, his rancid breath filling his nostrils. "Understood?" Zuberi automatically moved to pry at the claws that dug into his scalp, watching the scowl turn into a beastly grin as they simply dug it further. He felt bubbles of blood rise from the punctures. "Yes! I understand! Great one! Please, release me!" A shriek of laughter pierced his ears, the sting growing gre

So she is awake now. My eyes immediately fall on her figure sitting on the bed. For a moment, I simply stood there watching her. Then I noticed it Tears. She is crying again. A dangerous darkness settles inside me at the sight. She is crying because of that mother fucker My jaw tightens instantly. I swear to myself again that I will never let Zuber escape what is coming for him. Once I get my hands on him again, I will make him understand exactly whose life he dared to destroy.

“You’re…back?” A beaming smile formed on Zia’s face. “Yes!” she said enthusiastically. “Awww~” Gray sat up and hugged her. “I’m so happy for you~” The hug was tight but comforting, it was as if there was genuine longing. Zia soon heard soft sobbing and felt her shoulder getting damp. She looked at Gray, there were tears forming in her eyes. “What are you crying for, dummy?” said a chuckling Zia. “Shut up,” said Gray, wiping the tears in her eyes before they fell. “How did this even happen?”

I was sweating buckets earlier, so I needed to freshen up. “Zab, are you okay? Do you know any of them?” I asked, concerned. I sat Zanyca on the marble sink so I could fix her up. “Big sister, I… I saw him.” Zab’s hands were trembling, so I held them. “Who did you see?” I asked, confused by her behavior. She held her stomach and bowed her head. “The father of my baby.” she whispered—just loud enough for me to hear. Thankfully, Zanyca had her headset on.

With tears continuously flowing, Zeva continued to express her feelings. "Huhu, my sweet girlfriend. Cup, cup, cup, don't cry again, please!" "Do you think I like crying like this? I don't want to. But these tears just fall on their own, without me telling them to." This time, Zeva's voice sounded mixed with annoyance. Zeva was annoyed with her own reactions.