Damaged Pearls Novels & Stories

But what was surprising was that he had gotten me gifts every time we had been in town. Once he’s gotten me a pink pearl necklace, perfectly round ones that were the size of tiny marshmallows. The next day he’s gotten me a broken off red coral from the beach. Then he’d also gotten me a beautiful sundress in blue with sunflowers all over them. Not all gifts had been super expensive but they all had been special. And I loved every single one of them, even though I’d refused to take the pearls at first, Damien had convinced me otherwise when he had made love to me that night with me wearing only the necklace. But all the happy things aside, I think me and Damien were about to have our very firs

Alex laughed, then haughtily said to me: "It is true that some pearls have been picked up by her and put in the box. But unfortunately, the number of pearls lying there is still missing one. I wonder if I can make it difficult for this maid Daisy because she lost a precious pearl?" When I heard that sentence, I was shocked. Pearls were inherently precious. The pearls here were of the same size and color. They must have been selected from hundreds of other precious pearls. It's worth probably as much as three or four months of my salary combined. If this box was missing a pearl, it means that one of us must compensate Mrs. Luna. It's a bad idea to take three or four months' wage in exchange f

He entered the bedroom to see her staring fearfully at. A glowing pearl. Blue light shone from the familiar little concretion, lightning up the surrounding of the drawer where it lay. Wide brown eyes met him, "Why is it glowing? I-I just remembered that the ring fell from my hands before I pawned it. There were three pearls to it, a-and this one fell off, so I took it before pawning the ring..." Wolfariane walked past her and picked up his pearl. "It wasn't glowing before. W-Why is it glowing?"

It hit the floor with a soft clink as the pearls broke and scattered everywhere on the floor. “Oh my God,” Celeste gasped, hands flying to her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Julia. It just slipped… I didn’t mean to! I swear!” I said no words. Alex knelt beside me, helping collect the beads while Celeste watched from the bed with the fake apology plastered across her face and behind it… I saw the satisfaction of triumph in her face. Excited that if she can’t have it, then I can’t too. I held the string of broken pearls in my hand, then stood.

Myles wanted to refuse at first, but after the latter threw in a few rainbow pearls, he agreed to take on the task. Rainbow pearls, as their names implied, were pearls that had the colours of the rainbow. And these pearls were several women dreams. They were rare and pretty much expensive, even more than dragon eggs. Because anyone who took them would retain their youth forever until they pass away. It could also extend someone's lifespan by two decades or more. How could people not desire it?

Why did Alexander Hamilton have a room in his house filled with female things? I pulled off the faded dress I'd worn from my parent's house and walked over to the rack of clothes, looking at the various garments designed to entice and allure. My fingers skimmed over the shimmering, glittering, and satiny dresses, looking for the least provocative one. I finally found one at the very back: a tight dress with a halterneck and rhinestones littering its bodice. My trembling hands fumbled as I struggled to put on the dress, its glittering gossamer fabric a mocking reminder of my newfound objectification. It barely reached down to my knees, stopping somewhere between my thighs and my hips. I turne

I am too used to playing the martyr, I fear. "You've seen the news?" Mikhail asked. His friend grinned. "Of course. Bet you leaped at the chance to see the jewels for yourself." "I already have." Mikhail's smile slipped at the memory of how the pearls had looked. Once a bag of opalescent joy he'd carried in a large red cloth bag, now a pinkish-gray and sunken looking. It was enough to break a dragon's heart. Jewels were meant to be guarded and cherished, not tarnished.

She grabbed the pearl. “Wait, don’t touch that!” They yelled. “What’s wrong?” She said while holding it. That left them flabbergasted. “Nothing?” Cai Kang said. “It doesn’t hurt?” “No. I feel fine.” Chiemi said while examining it. "Why?" Then she stopped. "It's not cursed or radioactive, is it?" She panicked. Kurai then touched the pearl in Chiemi’s hand and held back in pain. “That still hurt.” he hissed.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

A ring of complicated arcane symbols was carved around the Spirit-Gathering Pearl, glowing red as they thrummed with energy and sustained the formation. Aria narrowed her eyes. "Sam, break it with force." "Leave it to me!" Sam didn't hesitate. He slammed his right hand down onto the Spirit-Gathering Pearl. A faint crack sounded. The moment he struck it, a small fracture spread across the pearl's surface. The crack rapidly expanded, and within moments, the pearl exploded into countless red sparks that dissipated into the air. As the Spirit-Gathering Pearl shattered, the world snapped back into place. The warped light settled, the stagnant air stirred once more, and the forest filled with the