Zay Flowers Crying Novels & Stories

I frowned when I realized that it was Aiden. "What are you doing here?", I gulped. My eyes scanned his whole appearance, making me realize he was hurt. Again. "And, you're hurt.", I stated. He made his way inside and raised his brow when he saw the vase in my hand. "Uhm, nothing. Come in.", I said, inwardly smacking my head. . . . "You cut open your wound.", I said, cleaning up his wounds and sensing Dejavu. "I think you need stitches for this one."

"She said I shouldn't have shown up. They're happy that I'm gone." It's my greatest insecurity. Seeing them happy and better without me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't because the sob that escaped from my mouth forbade me. No matter how many times I cried, I knew that nothing could be done to remove the pain planted in my heart. It just gets worse and worse. "Zy." He cupped my cheeks before wiping the tears that streamed down my cheeks. I bit my lower lip to stifle a sob. I was like a child, just looking at him and waiting for him to say something.

About two hours later, Daisy had already eaten, and she was with her great-grandma in the downstairs sitting room while I isolated myself in the room, regulating my thoughts. Unexpectedly, the door swung open, and Zayn walked in. As he noticed my sad facial expression, his face turned pale. "What is the problem, darling? I brought you here to be happy, and seeing you in this mood makes me sad." He approached me and sat next to me, placing his right hand on my shoulder with a kind gesture. "Don't tell me nothing is wrong, Zora. Why was Daisy crying earlier today?" He went on asking, gazing directly at my face as he tried to make me stop looking at the floor.

Blood spread beneath him like a crimson flower in bloom. Rhea stood frozen in place. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. She stared at the blood pooling across the floor and suddenly realized that the cruelest revenge in this world is not hatred. It is watching someone willingly destroy himself for you, and knowing you will never dare to believe him again.

I'll bring back your favorite cake when I return. Poor guy, having to juggle wedding plans and keep up the charade with me. My eyes began to burn, but I refused to let the tears fall. The day I stumbled upon the truth, it tore me apart, left me sleepless and shattered. However, the ache has dulled. The one who had betrayed our love did not deserve another tear from me. I did not bother replying. I blocked Frank and deleted the messages instead. That night, I bundled the screenshot of Susanna's taunting message with the video of their kiss and sent it off with the flowers I had arranged to be delivered the next day.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

A little terrifying. Zoe bounced into the office around 8:57, full of life and barely disguised nervous energy. She always wore her crush like a charm bracelet—dangling, pretty, impossible to ignore. Especially when Ethan was mentioned. “Did you guys see the new post on his photography blog?” she asked that morning, eyes flicking toward Layla before pretending to fuss with her coffee lid. Layla glanced up briefly, offered a small smile, then returned to her screen. “Not yet,” she said, and her voice didn’t give much away.

Linking my arm with Caleb's, I turned and walked away. Behind us, Adrian let out a low, pained groan. He slumped by the door, slowly sinking to his knees. The sheer agony in his eyes extinguished every last spark of light within them. I heard that when Rosalind tried to push him toward the 100th-day celebration, he flipped a table and slapped her across the face. "You bitch! You made me lose Colleen. Give me the child, and stay out of our lives from now on! I never want to see you again."

My heels were high, and I didn't wait for him, walking fast toward the mansion entrance. —- “Hey, watch it. You’ll hurt yourself if you keep…” He didn’t even finish the warning before my heel caught on the cobblestone drive. I pitched forward, hitting the ground hard. My knees screamed in pain, the impact jarring my whole body. A sharp cry escaped me, and I closed my eyes, blinking against the sudden, agonizing sting. Today’s really not my day. But tears were never a thing for me. I wouldn't cry. “I told you to be careful,” he said, his voice flat.

Zina uttered, thinking about her parents who laid peaceful in their graves. After Zina forced herself to have breakfast, she headed to the garden to get some flowers( purple hibiscus) then she went to the graves of her parents' which wasn't too far away from the garden where she picked the flowers from. She dropped the flowers on both graves, falling to her knees because she felt so weak and she needed comfort.