Damaged Pearls Novels & Stories

he asked. I quickly reached for his hand and forced his palm open. It was red with a squeezed open tear which was already beginning to heal before my eyes. Slowly, I watched the wound completely seal, leaving a small red shrinkage. I squatted downwards and picked the necklace. The pearl close to the hook was already misplaced. I picked the precious stone as well. I shrugged and exhaled. “I’m sorry you’re hurt.” I said. “Have you always been immune to silver?” he asked, and I nodded, trying to put back the missing pearl, which was obviously not going to stick in.

Since the demand for it was high, some devious individuals used chemicals to artificially fuse the smaller pearls together to make it big. Synthetic night-shining pearls were easy to spot, they were glued in the middle. The traces of glue in William’s night-shining pearl were too obvious! "What are you laughing at?" At that moment, William jumped out and yelled at Darryl. For a brief moment, all eyes were on Darryl. "Sorry, I couldn’t control myself." Darryl covered his mouth. "Your pearl is just so fake." "You, what the hell are you talking about!" William blushed and shouted.

This cooperation is mutually beneficial for both parties. "Just send them all." Orlan narrowed his eyes, looking at the bottom of the note on the paper. "A lot of pearls are reddish-white." Orlan was surprised. If the pearl is reddish-white, it means that the mermaid who produced the pearl is very sad because all pearls come from the tears of the mermaids. "Yeah, that's right. Lots of them. Are the mermaids sad at the same time?" Dafa asked. "Probably. They say many mermaids have died from being eaten by sharks." Aaron's words shocked Orlan and Dafa. Poor mermaid clan. This is the risk of living in the ocean.

"Mom, please don't blame Ev and Ez! This is all my fault. I don't want the tiara anymore. I'll give it to Nev…" Mom looked at that astronomically expensive tiara, her eyes filled with nothing but mockery. With a flick of her wrist, she said, "Damian, since Natalie said she doesn't want it, go ahead and smash that eyesore of a thing! Let's see how much noise it makes." Without a moment's hesitation, Damian brought a hammer down, shattering the display case into pieces. The invaluable tiara was crushed beyond recognition, its diamonds popping loose and pelting the ground in every direction.

Taking it as a gift of successfully solving the entire game at hand, she smiles as it vanishes and turns into a cloud of crimson dust that flew inside the pearl that marks it with a faint flame-like pattern visible only to hers. “Well then, shall we?” Reaching her hand towards the pearl that is in a case with the protective spell along with the others, but with it as an exception that lies at the very center of the room. The spell breaks as the cracks are visible around it, then after seconds it shatters warning the prominent ones, yet leaving the pearl to fly right unto her hands. “I’m sorry for only coming right now and quite late.”

We watched as the shiny gold teardrop pendant vanished into the darkness, a satisfying plop as it hit the water at the bottom. Sighing I looked up into the branches, an assortment of plums, apples and pears ripe and ready for picking hung. Except the pears all had a strange sheen. I grabbed one to inspect and it fell to rotten mush in my hand. I tried an apple and a plum. They remained juice and plump, the same as they had for almost twenty years. “All the pears have been rotten since your parents died,” Zeka grumbled behind me. His topknot untied, long brown hair hung down past his shoulders. “Some people are suggesting it is the Moon Goddess not having faith in Cillian.”

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

I noticed the note in the center of the flowers and the gold chain that was wrapped around the stems. * Come be a family one last time, my little pumpkin -Dly* upon further inspection, I unclasped the chain and held up a single 3 karat sapphire rose charm. I smiled as the tears began to well up in my eyes. Dylan was playing games with my heart. he was acting like the mysterious romantic man he used to be now. playing a treasure hunt with me like I didn't already know where to find him. I got back on my rickshaw and proceeded to the Comodo Place Hotel. Dylan would be there waiting for me, hopefully, and not another clue.

But instead of answering, Hazel took his hand and placed the pendant on it. "I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore." Her whisper was laced with agony and free. It could barely be heard. But, unfortunately it was heard well by Theodore. "Excuse me?" He said with disbelief written all over his face. "To be honest with you, I didn't see it coming." He let out a chuckle that broke her heart. It was a stressful laugh. A laugh that indicated he couldn't believe what he was saying. "Why this sudden decision, Hazel? Is it because of what happened yesterday? If it is, let me make it up to you, baby. We should not break our engagement of ten years over such small matter. Let me-"

She hit the wood the more even if it wasn't showing signs of tearing up. Axing the wood she felt a slight pain at the corner of her belly making her groan inaudibly, king Archer noticed Pearls uneasiness and wondered what might have happened to her, Pearl eased up a little as she tried hitting the wood again but her belly pain seemed to hurt the more. Seeing that all eyes were on her she tried to endure the pain and tear the wood but instead the pain hurt harder as if she was being stabbed with a clear sharp knife, the pain was so unbearable that she let the axe fall to the corner holding her belly.