Damaged Pearls Novels & Stories

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.

He is a dirty business man, who gets away with murder and robbing poor people off their cheques. I slip the red, silk gown out of the bag. Apparently, the chauffeur took the ‘sexy’ comment a little too seriously. I slip out of the white cheap gown, and replace it with the red clearly expensive gown. It has a low back cut and has thin spaghetti straps. Since I am not wearing a bra, my nipples are poking at the soft material. I run my hands down the material, smoothing it out before fixing my bangs, and tucking a few strands back into my bun.

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.

Tiny fragments of blackened pearl lay scattered across the wood like spilled ink, the silk cord frayed where they had burst apart. My stomach dropped. I crossed the room in three strides and crouched beside the table. The detection pearls were designed to absorb wolfsbane slowly, turning dark only after prolonged exposure. They weren’t supposed to disintegrate. Not like this. Not unless the poison had been constant, relentless, and far stronger than any casual contact could account for. I straightened and turned to the young attendant standing near the door. She was twisting her apron hem between her fingers, eyes wide and uncertain.

But then I noticed the rose pearls on my bracelet were already loose. “Huh? Did I lose a few pearls again?” I muttered to myself, as I counted the remaining pearls. Almost half of it was gone. But the string has no trace that it got cut or disconnected. Is this pearl melting without me noticing it? “What are you talking about?” Amaris frowned at me. “Did Caius give that to you?” He grumbled saliently as he stared at my bracelet. “No. That creepy librarian put this on me and didn’t even explain what this is for.” I mumbled under my breath. Still trying to contemplate where the other pearls have gone.

Before leaving, it suddenly asked me, "Is it worth it? Using all your points for a fish?" I replied to the system with a smile. "Look, he'll cry pearls for me." In the small box beside my pillow, the purple pearls were from when he was jealous, the blue pearls were from when we were being intimate, and that unique red pearl... was from when he held me the night the five babies were about to be born. The system disappeared, grumbling, "Hopeless love-struck fool!"

"Work hard. There is no useless person like you around me." Jean gritted her teeth. She wondered how he could hit her through the screen. Have to admit, he was so rich. It was an excellent ocean golden pearl with dazzling light and a diameter of 10 millimeters. Such a pearl was extremely expensive in the market. Jean wanted to reach out secretly to pick up the pearls. "As long as you don't want your hand, just pick them up." The man's lazy voice made Jean's hand stop immediately. She cursed him in her heart and laughed, "I'm afraid someone will step on them and fall down."

“I should be the one worried. I don’t even want to ask how much your dress costs.” “Says the one wearing obvious designers.” I rolled my eyes as we entered the car. “Courtesy of Lara, the only woman to love me for my gold digging ways.” He gave a fake bow before starting the car. **** “Oh shit.” Vincent gasped. He was not exaggerating his reaction. As we slowly approached the huge ballroom, I began to feel out of place. Vincent stopped the car for the valet to park. We both alighted the car. Vincent took my hand and wrapped it around his and we both made our way to the entrance.

It bounced on the brick stairs, shattered into very tiny pieces of white spheres like a splash of water hitting the ground. “No …” Her eyes went wide open. “No … no … please, no …” She cried, kneeling as she tried to bring the small pearls back together, but it’s hopeless now. Her tears mixed with the rainwater as she closed her eyes in agony. Her angry blood screamed and raged as if they would burst out of her veins like a river current; wild and deadly. She had enough of this already.