Zamasu Cries Novels & Stories

I sob "I wanted freedom but he didn't give me rather he begin drugging me and will have his way with me or even call his friends to join him" I couldn't stop the tears and I cried which Mrs Amanda Zion Grandma held me saying soothing words "It's okay dear. Everyone has a painful past. What only matters is to let go of your past and also learn from it. So cry no more dear. One day you will get your justice" she said which I cried for awhile before cleaning my face "Go wash your face in the toilet" she said which I did and apply some makeup to hide any sign that shows have cried

I asked. “Who are you calling baby leech, you freaking ugly leech” Amilia said, with her head low. “Let me see, come on, show me your face. I know you were crying,” I said, trying to make her look at me. As she slowly looks up, I see red eyes and a sad smile. She just took a bath. But why was she crying? “Is it about Vladimir?” I asked, “Was he mad?” “No,” Amilia said, shaking her head, “Is that….”

I struggled to talk still bursting in tears. “He’s dead” Ten slowly said standing beside Jack who had his finger on Mesmick’s cold hand. “No” he slowly said while moving back with his eyes widen. “HE CAN’T BE! NO! NO!” Everyone stood under the dark night with their heads down and tears runing down their faces. “NO!” Jack screamed crazily in pain.

Jades pov: opening my eyes I find I'm laying in my bed and I have an arm around my waist holding me close to a strong muscle brick wall of abs I wiggle and stop when I feel another wall of muscle behind me another at my feet another sitting watching us sleep I yawn and stretch until I cause a stomach cramp wincing in pain I grown hurting again I am totally getting frustrated with this whole thing feeling emotional I started to cry I hate crying but this has been the worst thing ever I wish it would just be over I whipped my tears off I look up to Damon watching me with a concerned look on his face .

When Mango entered the room, the first thing she saw was Zion sobbing on the chair and Wisdom looking lost. "What happened? Why are you crying?" Zion stopped sobbing after hearing Mango's voice, but he turned his head away before rubbing his tears away furiously. The sight was heartbreaking to Mango.? Wisdom looked helpless as he said to Mango, "Mommy, he's crying because I made him mad." "What?" Mango simply felt that this was unbelievable.? Who in the world could make Zion cry out of anger? Wasn't he the one who usually did that to others? "Stop wailing, Zion. Wisdom's covered in wounds, but he isn't crying though."

“Why are you crying?” It wasn’t Muzan’s. I didn’t even need to lift my head to discern the chilly brash baritone. I didn’t need to confirm it was him, but also, I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to see what the water had done to him, after all that time. So, I just muttered. “I’m sorry…” There was silence, and I expected it. Death, maybe? I hoped he liked me now, enough to be swift.

Zara whispered into the empty, freezing room, her voice a raw, agonizingly broken rasp. Hot, heavy tears spilled freely over her thick lashes, dropping onto her trembling hands. She wrapped her arms tightly around her own chest, sobbing openly, entirely devastated. She could still feel the heavy, desperate heat of his massive hands on her skin. She could still hear his deep, feral voice swearing that he would burn the world to the ground to protect her.

Her tears furtively scrolled down her cheeks. She cried and cried yet her eyes never came off of his face. Everything in the picture had blurred, Amara can only see his face that smile at her. "I know I am not the girl you would ever hook up with still You could have at least called me? Didn't you feel anything for me ever? Not even a little bit!" Amara asked, her lips shook sadly as though she waited for him to speak to her from the picture alas, it was just a picture!

“Miss Steel, stop crying. I can’t keep my promise if you cry; for some reason, it makes me want to let my Gargoyle out.” “You mean your nasty face?” I asked, tears still slipping slowly down my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just cried; I didn’t like crying. Maybe that was why my hallucination was trying to stop my tears. “Nasty face?” Marcus asked. “Stop crying so that I can talk to Marcus,” Zander said calmly, ignoring Marcus. “You’d cry too if you realized you were completely crazy and couldn’t fix it,” I told him.

"Waaah… I hate you… I don't want you… I want my mommy…" As his cries filled the room, Damon felt a headache coming on. He couldn't help but shout, "Shut up!" Mason flinched, his cries pausing for a moment before escalating into even louder wails.