Zamasu Cry Novels & Stories

Nya couldn’t blame her. She didn’t know what sort of an expression to wear on her face. Crying seemed to fit the weight of the room, but then, she wasn’t moved to tears, not yet. She was too angry for that. It was Nya’s sister, Eru, who cried when she was mad, not Nya. Not usually. For the most part, when she was angry, she just wanted to bust someone in the face. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work either. Nya hung back until the parents noticed her and beckoned for her to come in. “Princess Nya,” the mother said, her voice cracking as she sobbed. “Thank you for coming.”

DEADLY MISTAKE My mother’s loud yell was what got me up. “Siren! Get up I want you to come help me today!” my mother yell from the sitting room. “I’m tired” I said softly as I moved out my legs from the warm blankets while I struggled to crack my eyelids open. I slowly walked toward the door still with my eyes closed. I pulled the door knob causing the door to hit my face. “That is what happens when you decide to be a zombie” my mother teased while walking pass me.

she said this words with a straight face which Quiliu also replied quickly in a second after her words fell. "I. Don't. Care" Quiliu the silly zombie emphasizes this word for Xiaza to pay attention to what he feels and for Xiaza to know the grievance he was feeling right now, besides, the zombie noticed in the little time he and his little girl get along, he already knew that Xiaza had regarded him as a special zombie to her life, so why not use it to his advantage if he was given opportunity to use it every time? When the zombie thought of this, a sly look pass through his handsome grey face for just a matter of seconds before it was quickly replace by a face that was full of grievance, his

He roared, “F*ck off!” Rumble! The glow formed into a terrifying beam of light and blasted toward the monster that Dark Shura and the zombies had a difficult time dealing with before. The monster’s chest was directly pierced by Tyr’s light beam. Before he had time to roar ferociously and struggle, it had turned into ashes. “A Mammet?” A mouthful of blood spurted out from Gargamel’s mouth, who was stupefied. “How could you… be a Mammet?”

And hence, the next second, three huge, highly hormonal, moody and pregnant creatures were crying the house down. “Imma outta here before I go deaf,” Samantha quickly said before dashing off somewhere else with her hands covering her ears. “That bitch left us behind !!” Kai grumbled while looking at us with a pained, wistful expression. “Play any fvcking song by Bruno Mars. That is totally their happy jam,” Zane whispered. “Why didn’t you say so before they went Opera Singer Mode on the glass windows,” Kai grumbled before setting a song.

Hiccup. “AHHH!” Zosha screamed in agony. Her powers were causing harm to her own body. I moved closer, but Azum extended his hand, signaling me to stop. “No! Don’t get closer to her,” he warned. Zosha let out another shriek, this time filled with even more panic and pain. “No Zosha!” Azum panicked. “Concentrate on yourself, little one—” “Zosha is scared!” she cried before taking her cat form and zoomed right out of the window.

Chasity screamed while Tod yelled bloody murder. A small whimper had me looking over at Mazaya. "Her souls dying. It's giving up. You may not love her but her soul is innocent in this and you will lose two things you love if you don't open your eyes and realize fate still has ahold on you." Zavier spit out. Mazaya had curled up into a ball and was whimpering every few seconds. Her body was shivering and I could hardly feel the connection. "I can't do this anymore." I said with less force. Zavier slammed his hands on both sides of Mazaya.

God. "Uhm... Mr.?" I found him looking at me when I said it. Answering your question, why am I still acting as if I’m not panicking? Don’t let me begin. I have no idea why I am. Maybe because I have already perfected the act of staying calm. "I’m sorry, miss. I was told to do this. It's just pure business." This was the last thing I heard before everything went blurry. I wasn’t totally unconscious because I could still hear and see some of the actions of the people in front of me.

" Ahaa ...well okay ...i know you don't drink a ot and you don't take drugs and you get tried and need to sleep too ...i know all of it ...i was going to say were you crying ?" " Since when did you become pyschic Cynthia/" asked Damon . " Oh come one i am not Pyschic i am literally everything accept pyschic ...but i don't need to be psychic to tell if you were crying ..your eyes are screaming yes they cried whole night ...i know because this is how exactly how my face looks when i wake up after crying the whole night ...don't ask me why i cry ..it's mostly bceause of my an=cne though ...nevermind why were you crying .' exclaimed Cynthia .

Cosmo snickered and waved over two of his Creations standing nearby “I may not have eyes, but I still have senses.” “Ok, ok” I laughed nervously "What exactly happened to you in the crash?" "Glass straight through both eyes" he commented "you were lucky it missed yours. Won't be able to see until I get replacements; which means waiting for someone around here to die that is a match for me." I nodded, and Cosmo held out his hand to let me walk beside him. The Creations led the way, so I had to dodge around the black ooze splattering onto the concrete as well as the new pile Cosmo created after emptying his bucket inches from me on the staircase.