Damaged Pearls Novels & Stories

I wasn’t even thinking, I just reached into the top drawer for a hair clip, but my fingers brushed something round and familiar. The Buddha beads. Paul’s Buddha beads. A cold chill ran through me as I pulled them out. “Damien,” I called softly. “Look what I found.” He turned with a faint smile. “I wondered where those went.” I walked toward him to hand them over. But the beads slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. One bead, a newer, paler one, cracked open. A tiny metal chip rolled out. Both of us froze. Damien picked it up, stared at it… then exhaled a disbelieving laugh.

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.

Pearl said holding his hand, they dragged him with full force. "Dada! Let my dada go!" She screamed. Crimson hugged her to herself as she cried. "Momma, tell them to stop, they can't kill my Dada, he is innocent." Pearl said. "There is nothing I can do pearl, please calm down." Crimson replied. Pearl cried. * "You see, it works, now by tomorrow this time, Crimson will be in a very terrible situation, she will be very sad, very traumatized and I can't wait to strangle that tiny rat Pearl to death." Damon said.

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

Even with the help of the coachman from the Marquis of Elderglen's family and three others, they were exhausted and unable to find the earring. Just as they were about to give up, Carissa noticed a glint of light near the academy's entrance. She rushed over and found that it was indeed the pearl earring. She quickly picked it up, but the earring was damaged—the gold thread and the two gold leaves holding the pearl were missing, leaving only the pearl itself. The place she found the earring wasn't where Kayla had fallen. The earring must have been crushed by a carriage and then kicked to this spot.

He’d FINALLY given us his blessing and I was determined to stay on his good side. “I won’t take up much of your time,” he said. “I just…I wanted to give you something.” He handed me a string of pearls. At first, I was surprised. Why would I want a string of pearls? But when I looked at them more closely, I could see that they were not ordinary pearls. They shone with a strange iridescent glow, as though they were made of faded rainbows. I looked up at him, confused. “Sidian pearls,” he said, a half-smile on his face.

The glow emitted from the pearl was breathtaking, and the host on stage told the pearl's origins at a moderate pace. The pearl originated from the Swallow Kingdom and was gifted by an unknown king to his beloved consort. Then, it changed masters a few times before becoming an accompaniment for the burial of a madam during the Astor Dynasty. After that, the tomb was raided, and the pearl was lost overseas. Under a stroke of good luck, Irene Moore saw it during an auction and used eight million Union dollars to bid on it.

But he agreed to let it go, admitting that he didn’t much like the smell inside the pearl factory either. And that was how the matter had been dropped. Now, Damien had handed her this pearl pillowcase. Seraphina felt it was unbearably heavy—cruel, even. Was the young master, to Damien, just like one of those oysters? Useful for now because he was in the process of “nurturing a pearl”—but once it was formed, would Damien cruelly take it and toss the young master away like trash? With that thought, the gentle pearl glow from the pillowcase suddenly felt chilling.

He asked. His words really distracted everyone and they focused on what the priestess had to say. "I wouldn't tell you a lie that this wouldn't recover again. In fact now it would be more frequent than usual because the Alcon wants to get out to its permanent host. The pearl only eases your pain and it can't take you more than a day," she explained. " Pearl? " " What pearls? " Jeremy and Klein asked in bewilderment. "The pearl is called the stone of tears. The stone of tears is always formed when the white wolf cries bitterly......" Then she turned to Olivia and smiled. "Ma'am, it is your tears that formed the pearls, that was why they fell from your body," she said to her.

Due to the proximity, the lingering scent of tobacco made me sick to my stomach. “It was fine,” I replied curtly, yanking his hands off me. Oblivious to my odd behavior, Dominick took my attitude as nothing more than a little tantrum. He shot his subordinate a look, and the latter presented a gift box on the double. “So I heard that you threw away the roses and ring? That’s pretty willful of you, but that’s what I like about you. “These are pearls imported from the Miranth Gulf. They cost me thirty million dollars at the auction. What do you think?”