Zay Flowers Crying Novels & Stories

She had grown tired of his shadow trailing behind her, but facing the reality of his absence, her heart clung to the fragments of their past. Clutching her phone, Zyra's thumbs hovered over the keyboard, her vision blurring until tears streaked down the screen. She had not even realized she was crying. "Crying? Seriously, Zyra? Get it together. No tears allowed," she scolded herself in a whisper. With a defiant swipe, she banished the tears from her cheeks and scrubbed her phone screen with a tissue as if erasing the emotions that clung to it. She tapped out a single word with a feigned composure.

Her eyes glistened under the lantern light, her hands trembling slightly as the music swelled. Zayla could swear she wasn’t understanding a thing. Irene’s shoulders shook lightly. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, catching the light like tiny flames. “Are you… seriously crying?” Zayla asked, voice barely above a whisper.” Irene didn’t even look at her. “Aren’t you seeing it?” Her voice cracked, trembling. “It’s…sad, Beautiful but sad.” Zayla stayed silent, letting the faint whimper of Irene fill the pause.

Then, unwillingly, he has to control himself together. "Zoya..... Sehrish used to really love these flowers, every day she used to water them with her hands, and when a new blossom appeared on any stem, or a flower started blooming, she, in extreme delightfulness, ran to me, she forcefully pull me out of my room to the lawn here, if I was in office then she used to call me in an emergency to make me come here, she wasn't at peace until and unless she didn't show me all this, after the demise of mama I was the one who took a great care of her, but...... but now see Zoya, she isn't here today then these beautiful flowers and plants planted by her also become dead by themselves, why no one give

Phedra Elizabeth went out, and stood in front of the flower tree that was blooming at night, tears falling non-stop, petals fluttering, landing on Phedra Elizabeth's eyelids. Phedra Elizabeth lightly plucked a flower, crushed it, and dropped it on the ground.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

She didn’t want soft. She didn’t want safe. She wanted destruction. Chaos. Obsession. She wanted RAyNe. "I’ll make it up to you," she whispered. "Brunch. Two days from now." Zayd smiled…that soft, patient smile that hurt more than any gunshot. "I’ll be there," he said. And then he was gone, leaving the scent of roses and dandelions lingering in the room. Nirvana stood there, her hands trembling slightly. What the hell am I doing?

"Rosa, can you give Carlo back to me? I'm pregnant with his child. The baby needs a father." She looked at me with red eyes, acting so fragile. I frowned, trying to step around her. Suddenly, Gemma flashed a twisted smile and slid a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed my wrist, forced the handle into my hand, and then slashed her own arm with the blade. "Ah! Help! You've gone mad, Rosa! You're trying to kill me?! It hurts! No! Save my baby!" Gemma screamed as she collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from her arm and pooling beneath her.

Zayden growled in anger and ran a hand through his soft hair. "The fuck?!" He cursed and tried to destroy the flower, but Zayn reacted fast by holding back his hand. "What do you think you're doing? Just because she got discharged, you want to ruin the flowers?" Zayn sounded like he didn't care and Zayden gave him a narrowed look. "What are you staring at me like that? So what if Elvira went back to her pack? We'll go find her there!" He added and it took Zayden a while to process it all and burst out into laughter.

He looked towards his face and found some unshed tears in his eyes. "What happened? Are you crying?" Kyle shook his head as he drew him into a warm hug. Kyle felt relaxed. Zayn was confused because everytime he met Kyle he behaved rude or cold towards him but now he was hugging with the warmness he could also feel. "Mister?" Zayn spoke slowly, stroking his back with his soft hand. "It's alright. Don't be sad." "I'm not sad." Kyle exclaimed, breaking the hug. "Then why are you crying?" Zayn lowered his eyes in confusion.