Zoro Cries Novels & Stories

“I don’t want your damn help. I never asked for it. Now fuck off.” “Do you want to see your friends?” he offered, looking up. “What? Their dead bodies? No thank you.” June crossed her arms as more tears fell at a rapid pace. Zoran sighed as he waved his hand and images appeared. Each image showed what her friends were doing at that moment. Seeing this, and seeing her friends still okay, she broke down in tears, falling and sitting on the floor. “Do..do you want a hug?” He awkwardly offered, not sure what else he could do to help ease her pain. Surprisingly, she nodded yes as the tears started to fall harder.

said Zandro so Agatha couldn't speak and just everted her gaze. "I'm trying to pick up every piece that was broken and fix it the way it was before. I'm tryna find the heart you lost— But no matter what I do, you are still cold to me. Why?!—" Zandro said bitterly, he was crying but could not be seen because of the pouring water from the shower.

he’d doted on for so many years. He downed a whole bottle of dragon pulque in one go, then suddenly saw the photo in the bin. He immediately picked it up and wiped it clean. In the photo, Noxivira wasn’t looking at the artist, but tilting her head just slightly, gazing warmly up at him beside her. Staring blankly at it, Morpheus suddenly buried his face in his hands, tears trembling through his fingers. He had once sworn to lead her out of that frozen cage. He never imagined he’d be the one to shove her into hell.

As I awoke my entire body ached, I felt like I had been hit by a mack truck. The pain was radiating through every limb and my head throbbed uncontrolablely making my vision blury. I went to move trying to sit myself up only to slip off the edge of the branch and fall flat on my face onto the forest floor. I hear a loud shriek from Rosalyna as she hurried down the tree and to my side. " Oh my lord Steffon are you okay brother?" She asked with a wobbly voice. " I've been so scared for the last two days sense you passed out in the cave in the grassy hill," She tells me with a sorrowful tone, like she's been crying for a few days. Standing with her help, I glance to her face squitting from the p

I scoop them into my arms and cry like a child — painful, body-wracking sobs that leave my entire frame trembling and my heart throbbing. “Aw, mommy, please don’t cry.” Zoey says somberly, trying to wipe my tears. My heart cracks open, pain and relief squeezing me of my last drop of energy. “Are you ok-kay?” I stutter, checking every inch of their bodies for injuries of any kind. “I hope they didn’t harm you.” “We’re fine, mommy.” Zara assures me, her smile as bright as the sun. “Don’t cry. Just take it as… we went on a little vacation.”

She clutched the picture, her knuckles white, her vision blurring as tears welled, hot and stinging. Zara sank to the floor, the picture clutched to her chest, and sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that shook her entire body, tears streaming down her face, wetting the glass of the frame. She cried for the naive girl in the picture, for the friendship she had lost, for the love that had been a lie, for the pain she had endured. She cried until her throat was raw, her eyes swollen, and exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a heavy, dreamless sleep right there on the floor, the photograph still clutched in her hand.

Lucierro grabs Zed’s head and force him to see the things that Lucierro might do if it gets angry and a few seconds in, Zed is immediately on his knees and starts crying. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” KSHHHK!

"Even so, if you were true to your words she wouldn't lose her life! If you just didn't leave her that night... it's all your fault, Zandro! You abandoned her traitor! You put her precious life at stake for the sake of your position!" "None of your accusations are true!" he screamed so loud like a wolf howling underneath the full phase of the moon on top of the highest cliff... "That's not true... I never do that..." Zandro fell weakly on the floor of the dark room, on his folded knees he rested both of his arms before he frustratedly rubbed his rough palms on his face. As much as his eyes want to let go of his tears, Zandro never let them. Not a single drop because crying won't mend anythin

Zoro sighed, before walking over to where I was seated. I started off by asking him if he has a girlfriend or a mate, and about his family. Zoro's face darkened at the mention of family, and anger oozed from every pore in his body. I quickly changed the topic and asked him about things he likes, but I only got a terse reply from him. "Forgive my manners," I apologized. "I didn't even offer you a glass." "That won't be necessary," he replied. "I'm fine."

Zoriven begged, his voice dropping into a desperate, raw whisper that I had never heard from him before. He stepped into my way, his large frame trembling as he looked down at me, his golden eyes swimming with an intense, suffocating pain. "Don't do this. We can fight them. We can restructure the council—" "You can't fight your own blood, Zoriven," I said, my voice cracking as the first tear finally spilled over my eyelashes, cutting a clean line through the dirt on my cheek. I looked up at him, trying to make my expression a mix of everything I was feeling inside.