Zay Flowers Crying Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Yes, I, Zac Miller wanted to cry. "Now reply to me or you're going to fail chemistry!" I let out a small laugh, seeing her still trying to keep the mood light despite the hurt I could literally hear through her voice. I shook my head as I pressed reply and listened to the voicemail for the fourth time. She had no idea who much this hurt me too. I'm sorry, Bloom. - Jasmine (again) I was shoving my books angrily into my locker, not bothering to hide that I was in a bad mood because of course, Zac had never replied to my voicemail which only made me feel more like an idiot because he probably thought I was pathetic and laughed his ass off while listening to it.

Rain realized that she’d almost worn a baby blue dress in the morning, she had totally forgotten about the burial even though she checked it countless times but…even though…not everyone in their entourage was wearing black. Just walk and act like you don’t know them. When they all finally joined the crowd, some others turned their faces back to the black casket that was about to be lowered into the ground. There was a picture in front of it, a young and vibrant looking man with glasses, he looked so handsome…so kind. Damn. Shit like this got her sad easily. He looks to be at least twenty-two or even twenty-one. The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood c

Millie continues "take his money, take his job, take his happiness, take his soul. It still won't be enough to pay back what he did to you" Tears roll down her cheeks and her vision becomes clear again. She can't think of the last time she looked in a mirror and her face wasn't dripping in tears "There you go, crying again. Like you always are" "I'm not" she wipes her face "I'm not crying anymore" "Good" ~

I tried to get up, but I only made it a couple of shaky steps before collapsing by the bed. Despair hit me like a truck, and I could not catch my breath under the weight of it all. Seeing how differently Yvonne treated Wade on social media, I knew it was time for a change. I quietly 'unfriended' Wade and, with a sense of finality, circled my departure to Avrika in bright red on the calendar.

She was beyond tears. She spoke, her voice a thin, sterile whisper, completely empty of all emotion, like dry leaves scraping on stone. "Don't touch me." Hades froze, his hand hovering over her face. "Please, Zaya," he begged, the tears cutting hot, blinding paths down his face. "I didn't know. I swear to you. I would never have left you if I had known! I just lost her too! I just lost our baby girl! I lost everything! I lost my life in the most cruel way ever, by losing you and her! Adriano had better rot in hell! Please, baby girl, let me hold you! I am broken! I didn't know this would happen!"

And then the noise comes — Lily first, inevitably, with the full-face smile, and then everyone, and the September light holds all of it, and the sea below the hill is still doing its evening thing, indifferent and eternal and entirely present. Rosa is crying. She is doing the thing she always does — the slight tightening, the deliberate blink, the return to steadiness — but it is not working this time, and she has decided to let it not work, which is its own kind of progress. Pep has his arm around her. She lets him. Valentina sees this from across the castle path and feels the specific gratitude without reserve, the kind that has no underneath, that she has been feeling more and more in thi

She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with love and sorrow. "I hope you live happily," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I am sorry I had to leave you in this world to fight for yourself. I hope you find love and every happiness you deserve." A tear slipped down her cheek, and she gave him a sad, broken smile. "I love flowers, Zayne. If there's a way you can get a piece of me, bury me in a flower garden. I love you, Zayne. I love you so much."

Ginger nodded and went outside. After being slapped by Jyn, she became more cautious. If she caused any trouble again, Jyn might really kick her out. It was hard for her to reach her position today, and she didn't want to lose it. "Jyn! I'm here. Do you miss me?" A hearty laugh echoed from outside as Zayn walked in. "I bought these flowers to celebrate your new branch opening. Bring it up!" He gestured, and the bodyguards behind him carried in thousands of blue enchantress flowers.

She started moving around and trying to get free, so I put more pressure on her chest. "I understand you were with Wyatt for a while. And maybe you do love him, but maybe you just like the idea of having a high ranking title. Either way, I am his mate. He has already told you to leave him alone, but yet you continue to show up and harrass him like a child." She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. I could feel May trying to take control, and she was starting to surface. My eyes were swirling purple and black. Once Layla noticed it, she tensed up and looked scared. I looked towards Wyatt and Max, and their eyes were widened in surprise.