Zay Flowers Crying Novels & Stories

The man crouched on the ground and started sobbing. “Why are you crying?” Jay called out speechlessly. Zayne exclaimed, "Why can’t I cry when my sister is sick? Is there a law that says I can’t weep for my sister? Look at you, you don’t look sad at all… You heartless man.” Jay's gaze froze abruptly. “If you want to cry, then go out and cry. Don't affect Angeline's mood." Zayne quickly wiped his tears away. He did not want Angeline to know that he was worried about her.

Maybe it was because of the pregnancy. When Zayne returned to the garden, he found his wife crying. The flowers on the table had been thrown all over the ground. “Sweetheart! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I don’t know!” she grumbled tearfully. “I’m just upset because none of the flower arrangements I make look good!” Good God. She suddenly became emotional, Zayne thought.

I stop gazing at her afriad to move another inch. " Why did you never come back to me, You left me to the darkness," her soft sweet voice asks, as her body doubles over in pain. I watched horrified as she falls over onto the rocky ground, a black with purple flower slipping form her grasp landing next to her on the rocks. Moving with everything I have sweeping her into my arms, as the fragance of the flower reaches my nose I grasp her tighter. She turns her head to look at me, gurgling as she tried to say something. I watch as fear crosses over her eyes and I hear her heart beat stop as she takes her last breath.

“I'm so sorry Caleb, it was all my fault.” “You are right about that Zoey, you betrayed me; you broke my heart and tried to destroy me,'' I replied, the memories of it all still fresh in my mind. “I'm so sorry Caleb. Please forgive me.” she sobbed. “I forgive you, now leave.” I turned to go to my room. Zoey held my hands refusing to let me go. Please forgive me, Caleb, I was stupid and callous. Please, I've lost everything, my job.., my home, my dignity.``

Will hugged him back as he felt the back of his throat burn up. "My god." Zayn sighed as he wiped the tears off his eyes, his words now coming back to him. His eyes danced around and he felt his heart crumble painfully. "I'm sorry. I really am." he muttered and Will found his hands clentch down on Zayn's cloth.

What was wrong with her? Zia leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes. It was then when a tear fell from her eyes, she realised she was crying but why? Why was she crying when she should be happy? Those moments when he didn't even look at her started reflecting in front of her closed eyes and it hurted her even more. No…this was not right. She was again thinking like a psycho. It needed to get out of her head. Zia wiped her eyes and took out her phone from her pocket. She dialled Dylan's number because she was believing that if she would talk to him then she would forget about whatever that just had happened in the hall a little while ago.

She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it, she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll neither sleep nor rest until you all are dead!!”

Everything but you leaving me. Never. Never before have I felt so humiliated and despised and worthless. This entire sensation was alien to me. And it was none other than the love of my life who was making me feel this way. But I was willing to put up with all of it if that meant having her by my side forever. "Flower..." I called out to her in a pleading whisper. And, as if she had finally decided to be merciful to my wounded soul. Yhe doors opened, as flowers rained down creating a path for her to walk on.

I huffed loudly and covered my face with my palm. Stupid. Stupid. That was what I was. A stupid girl running after a Playboy. I removed my palm from my face and noticed tears on them. My lower lips trembled as I tried to form my next sentence. I hate when I get so emotional and I couldn't control myself, it is super crazy and annoying how I get so emotional quickly. I wanted it to stop, why would I cry for Zayn? why should I cry for that boy? he doesn't deserve my tears, he doesn't deserve anything coming from me because Lord knows that I opened my heart for him but he doesn't want it, he kept on trashing it under his feet over and over again and I was so fucken tired of it all.

"I have got a new job." "Yeezy!" The girls jubilated. "But... I am working in someone's house as a personal maid." She paused