Zenitsu Cry Novels & Stories

Genzo stood there with his sports bag and looked at her in horror *did you cry*... he took her in his arms and stroked her back. *Man, I won't give you another kiss and then just disappear without saying anything, you should know me by now* and squeezed her even tighter. Now that he said it, it made sense even to Keyla. And yes, of course, that way he wouldn't have to go home first thing in the morning to get his things. What was she thinking, just start crying, she was visibly embarrassed and just whispered

Huge blue flames evolved out of the fridge and spread throughout the kitchen. He jumped down on the carpet and pressed his back on it as he raised up his waist. He raised up his arms and grabbed on to the air. Suddenly he stopped as the mania phase hit him and he began laughing "I lost!! He killed me!" Then, depression hit him "Who will play with Ethan now..." Suddenly, he slapped himself "You are not Ethan! You are Kirito from now! And never will you ever speak Filipino. Forget about it!" He said while changing the tone of his voice from chirpy to harsh.

He smirked She began working on him and for the first time, she saw him close his eyes with his mouth wide open in pleasure. "Do you like that?" He grabbed her and pinned her inserting himself into her. "Do you like this?!" he groaned. "Zaylee how are you?" a voice rang from the other end of the call. "Am okay Jazz" "Did it work out?" "Ye, but I don't think..." "Stop Zaylee" jazz yelled "I don't appreciate your negativity" "It's just that...." "No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully"

Nikka smiled divertingly. At the other corner someone was also watching them, frowning. He was so disappointed to see Sora being defeated by just a small creature than him. “Useless.” + Inside the room, Zitrey was in complete silent. A reflection of a girl in a mirror was looking at her. Then a vioce of a kid was speaking to his head. It was the Crimson Blade.

All the fictional men were sick of me. Tear drops rolled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them. I was ready to roar-cry with the undeads. “W-W-Why are you crying?” Alphonse paled. “You shouldn’t be crying.” It made it worse. My tolerance was over. I cried. “No, shit.” He wiped the tears away from my cheeks. His fingers were warm, but his pupils were quivering uneasily. “You shouldn’t cry. I would be in trouble if --”

Luna sat down next to me, her hand resting affectionately on mine and squeezing it in an attempt to give me strength and encouragement. “If you can't talk, don't,” Luna said gently, and I closed my eyes tightly. “But you have to cry. Whatever is bothering you, you're going to let it out by crying. I know because I can see that you're holding back more than you think. I can sense a deep sadness, and that can only be released if you cry with all your strength.” And that's what I did. I cried over the curse that had fallen upon me, and I cried over the loneliness of my soul.

Why are you scared of"? Cyrus pulled him into his embrace. He sighed as expected, Denzel was crying. He let him for a while. “I am scared. I am even more scared than the time when i had hide it from you. You won’t be tired of me? You won’t get irritated right"? Denzel cupped his cheeks looking into his warm eyes with his own tear filled eyes. His nose was red due to crying heavily. Bright wanted to say something but Win held his hand.

; she was now displaying slow sobs, as those tears couldn't hold in anymore. Kazuma stood there quiet in shock and still trying to process all that he had just heard her say, like who the f**k does that, offers to help and doesn't and also keeps avoiding her. He was now burning in fury. Let him not set his eyes on Renji at this moment or else he might just strangle him dead. He raised his palm, stretched it into the slit spot, right through it, and wiped off the tears that were flowing down Hinata's fluffy cheeks. He looked at her pleadingly wanting her to stop the tears but she kept sobbing till she had her fill.

“He got mad and punched something. Like a toddler having a tantrum.” “Fuck you.” “Fuck you too, wittle baby Raiden.” Suzie replied and winked at me before leaving. Zev came in a second later with several tweezers and a small plier and a stern look on his face. Oh, fuck, now I’m getting a lecture from another friend. Great! As he began picking the pieces out of my skin, Atalanta stood there staring and crying. “Come here…” I tried, “just come sit on my lap; I’m fine.”

In the exact same spot… Right where Creed… Right where I'd— God. I could still taste him if I really focused. Still feel the weight of him, his voice in my ear. It was stupid. It was so, so stupid. I held Suzu so tightly she whimpered for a moment, but then she started to lick my face, her little pink tongue gentle against my cold skin, and it broke me. I cried. Like literally cried. The type of cry that makes your whole body shake and hurts your chest. I buried my face in her fur and just let it all bleed out of me in the middle of the night, in the same place where I had believed things were going to finally make sense.