Zay Flowers Crying Novels & Stories

It was a knife pressed to my throat, only this time it was me instead of Yara. I did not want to cry. But I did not expect Zayn to admit that I was his fiancee only when using me as a substitute for Yara. I was afraid to die. Even though I had never cried over Zayn’s rejection before, I could not stop the tears from spilling out. Zayn froze for a moment when he saw me cry. Yara also noticed it. She gritted her teeth and shouted, “Ms. Walker, don’t worry! The police are coming soon!”

O V "What just happened? I thought Madinah would be calm instead. Since most women love flowers, don't they? Whether black or white, Flowers tend to heal wounds better than words and drugs..." Zayd said to himself and woke up from the dream of it. "She must accept this. I'll make sure of that." He promised himself again. He picked the rose and ran after her. Zayd wouldn't want his one-time-opportunity with his Deenah to end in vain.

She finally bursted into tears. It wasn't just because of Wright's treachery and betrayal, it wasn't because she wasn't strong enough, but it was tears she's been trying to hold in these past few years. Her pack… her family… her mom, her father, her older brother… none of them deserved what happened to them- None of them deserved to be sacrificed for the greed of some higher up. She was crying so profusely, it actually flustered Zayn. He doesn't know how to comfort people, he didn't expect her to cry this much. His hand moved towards her and he patted her back, and then she hugged him out of the blue.

She wiggles her eyebrows. “I hate you,” I say to her, and she wags her head in disagreement. “No, you adore me,” She smirks, and I continue to laugh. ***Zayn Meyer POV*** “The Lycan apologized and the threat of war is gone; so what are you on edge about?” Bunny asks me as we walk through a garden. This garden is not like any other, it is special. It has flowers that blossom without any color. When you look at them, you get a feeling like you are looking at a black and white film.

Even so, he now reached out with his long fingers to stroke Zoe's cheek, wiping away her tears as he murmured, "Don't cry. You're breaking my heart." Zoe did not want to cry. She never did like to show her misery to others, but she simply could not control herself at the moment. She really wanted to bawl at the thought of how Jay had suffered in silence. As a method actress, she certainly felt contempt that she had no restraint. She had this vague premonition that the hashtag #Zoethecrybaby would top search rankings soon enough. "Alright. If you like it—if you desire it, it shall be done." Jay smiled tenderly even though his tears were welling in his eyes too.

At the time, Lucas's thoughtless words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had clutched the flowerpot, forced myself not to cry, and then raised my head to wager with him. But as soon as he turned away, my tears flowed uncontrollably, falling into the pot and landing on the rose seeds. Then I dug up the seeds and carelessly tossed them onto the lawn below. “You will never bloom. It's a waste to be planted here. You deserve to grow freely.” I placed the pot back in its original spot, pretending as if nothing had happened as I returned to my room.

How did he manage to know of the offer even when he wasn’t in the room? “I thought I lost you” He whispered, his voice breaking my thoughts. I rubbed his back slightly. “Not yet….” I trialed off, unsure of the words to use. Zayn broke away from the hug and I could see the tears at the corners of his eyes, this has to be the first time I have seen him this vulnerable. “Oh, you guys are going to make me cry” Cassandra muttered and I turned to face her smiling but Zayn’s expression changed in a twinkle of an eye.

the use of protecting a man who doesn't even love me one bit? He's able to hurt me to this extent and he went as far as crushing my dreams right to the dust. So, why should I yearn for him like this? Giselle Medina, you deserve this, you deserve this kind of life. you deserve to be tortured by him”. March 5th, heavy rains. The gloomy and dullness of the day reminds me of my own life. If there is another life after this, I don't want to run into him again. I don't want to be in so much pain and go through so much torture because of him. If time can be stopped, really it stops the day I ran into Zayn at the vineyard. At least, that day he had smiled at me sincerely. March 11th, Rains again. I

Zayn's dismissal of public opinion was clear, "Never pegged you for the type to care about what some nobodies have to say on the internet." Katherine's denial was swift, though she knew it was a lie, "I don't." Zayn seized the opportunity, "Great, you can prove that to me as well." Katherine's frustration was palpable as she prepared the flowers, "Ugh. That'll be twenty please." As Katherine handed the flowers to Zayn, their hands accidentally brushed against each other. The brief contact sent a jolt through Katherine, causing her to immediately retract her hand. Memories of their night together began to surface, and she cleared her throat to regain her composure.

I take a breath in an effort to calm my rattled nerves, but fresh tears slip free. “Oh, you darling girl,” Cathy rushes out, nudging Zayn’s legs out of the way to clear a path to my side. She kneels, takes my filthy face between her warm hands, and smiles at me so brightly it could thaw the ancient ice fields in Lunaria. “Has he been terrorizing you?” “Me?” Zayn grunts again with the effort of sitting up, his torn shirt flopping down either side of his chest. “He has,” I pout, and it’s mostly true, even if not in a violent way.