Zoro Cries Novels & Stories

I tried to hold it back, tried to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. I broke. Eighteen years of pain, fear, and loneliness poured out of me in rough, shaking sobs. Zara didn’t say a anything. She just wrapped her arms around me and held me tight while I broke down When I finally stopped crying, the moon had risen fully, painting everything in silver light. Zara was still beside me, one arm around my shoulders, quietly humming something under her breath. “Sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracked. “Don’t be sorry for crying,” she said gently. “You’ve been through enough to deserve it.”

At that moment, the floodgates of suppressed emotions burst open, and all the pain and turmoil she had been holding back came pouring forth. Unable to contain her sorrow any longer, Zara dissolved into tears, her body trembling with the weight of her burdens. Jason, understanding the depths of her anguish, enveloped her in his arms, providing a sanctuary of solace and support. He held her close, his presence a soothing balm to her wounded heart.

Zor whispers without taking her eyes off the door, and dread begins to creep its way through my mind. "Why does he hate humans. We are weaker than the other species of beings. We wouldn't be much help out here," I reply, and she smiles. The smile looks almost painful as tears fill her eyes. "I have said the same thing more times than I can count, but father won't listen. His grief makes him deaf," Zor whispers, and a flash fills the room. Boots hit the floor, and three massive bodies fill the space. My scream gets stuck in my throat as six eyes land on me.

However, Zoran was so badly injured that he was still immensely feeble even after being injected with Pure Energy. “Darryl, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears and blood intermixed on Zoran’s face, but he still forced a smile and tightly held onto Darryl’s hand. “I’ve given birth to a filthy daughter. I’m so sorry to you. I’m so sorry, Darryl. I deserve to die. I deserve to die.” Zoran cried terribly. An upright macho man crying intensely with tears all over his face! He even choked up when he spoke.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

"Truth is always bitter, but one must have to swallow it, Mr...... now you will come to know when your heart is burdened with pain then how tough it is to live your life by dragging it." After getting done with her saying, she didn't stop here. In fact, taking brisk steps she went outside of the gate. At that moment, gorgeous Zoya Khan came out of her marvelous car and went towards the Shah Palace. As her eyes spotted Hoor ul Ain she with her utmost sincerity said Salam to her. But Hoor ul Ain, selfishly, turned her face to the other side and went ahead fastly. As Zoya enters the lawn, she finds Shanzal sitting on the floor crying drastically. Zoya never saw him turning that weak and broken

I murmured, wiping away her tears as she heaved and drank the water that Nasrin had brought us. “I am so sorry, Zain. I was being so stupid, sneaking away like that,” Zara said, her hazel eyes on the ground. “I wanted to go out of the palace and have some fun.” I shared a look with Nasrin, begging her to help me with my eyes. Growing up, it was a rare sight to see Zara cry. Even if she fell and bruised her elbows or knees, sprained her ankle, she never cried. Just laughed it off. She only ever sobbed and cried like that once. For Khalid after he had killed our father.

Meanwhile, the banging started again and Dax’s eyes flashed crimson. “Last warning,” he growled toward the door. “Before I remove your arms.” I watched him walking, his shoulders tense, aura already spiking with raw power. The second he yanked it open, someone rushed straight into his arms, sobbing loudly. My stomach dropped. “Dax!” It was Zora, seeing the scene my stomach tightened painfully. She clung to him desperately, crying openly now, fingers gripping his robe tightly while her voice shook. “How could you do this to me?” she cried. “After everything? After all these years?”

I was scrubbing and crying, as if that would cleanse the dream I had. "No, no, it can't be.” Tears were streaming heavily from my eyes, but the blood was not even washing away. Because if the dream was true… then... then, Zyros would die. ___________

"I smiled." Mwajuma’s heart ached, but the confusion kept her rigid. "Why? It was helpless. Why would you torture a dying thing?" "Because for the first time in my life," Zuri choked out, fresh tears welling in her golden eyes, "I wasn't the one bleeding under the floorboards." Mwajuma’s breath hitched.