Eraser X Teardrop Novels & Stories

Fine, you never let me have any fun," he huffs out, I just shake my head and roll my eyes. I quickly grab the purple bag from back pack tossing it into the middle of the them, watching as the blue powder spilled out rising in the air from the impact coating their faces and clothes. Coughing and stuttering, we hear two of them cry out " They're over there!" before complete silence is heard with the dropping of bodies onto the gorund. I only glanced back for a few seconds as we dash away, making sure all five men were laying on the forest floor.

he sighed in frustration before shaking his head and uttering to himself, “Goddess, this is lame…” “It’s not.” She said with glistening eyes. “It really isn’t.” Her thumb started stroking his palm as two stray tears trickled down her cheeks, and she looked away. Xandar held her hands tighter when she tried to retract them to wipe away the tears. He leaned in closer and kissed away the tears from her cheeks, tasting the saltiness in them. Xandar looked deep into her eyes as he whispered, “I’m not like them, I promise. Give me a chance to show you, okay?”

she replied, her voice gentle as she reached out to take the first aid box from him. Carefully, Erica started applying the ointment, her hands moving slowly and deliberately to avoid making any mistakes. As she worked, her eyes couldn't help but wander to his tattooed chest, a glimmer of fascination in her gaze. She felt a pang of guilt for intruding on his personal space, and in a moment of vulnerability, she whispered softly, "I'm sorry."

his mumble made Alice nod Xander then picked up the feather-like tool lying behind the door. He quickly came and started cleaning the dust. Xander's movements quickened as the spots became more visible. Alice also helped Xander to clean up the dust until the dust was no longer there. Alice and Xander fell silent, they stared at the bloodstain and the same emblem carved on it. "I think Mr.Erick is really telling the truth. These spots and symbols do exist!" Alice muttered looking at Xander who still hadn't said a word.

Raising my brow as I looked at their exchange, I made a note that my best friend definitely had a thing with this guy and this was my time to pay her back for helping me with Quinn. I cleared my throat that made both of them jump slightly on their own place. My best friend blushed while the guy scratched his head timidly. "We're okay. Thanks..." I said, trailing off and gestured for him to tell us his name. "Alec... My name is Alec and this is Xander," he answered, draping his arms over his friend's shoulder. Tiana giggled. "Awesome names. They sound gay together." Hilary elbowed her lightly on her side.

Drop said to Tear. “From now on, don’t do something stupid, especially to him,” Tear warned the three, pointing his thumb at Xurden. “Who are you to order me?” Drop said angrily. “I will do nothing to them but to you. I am not sure about that.” It was not surprising that Yric’s servants were going to fight with each other. Drop drew his sword and ran towards the demon kid for an attack. However, when he was about a few meters away from Tear, he fell down on the floor and couldn’t move for a while. The two other servants looked at them, still in shock.

Its branches spread out with canopy of leaves creating a beautiful play of light and shadow. Xavier turned to look at Erica who stared back at him in confusion. They were neat the tree but not near enough. Erica's questioning gaze made his lips tilt up. She had an expression of a child who had been crying moments ago but the moment they are presented with something intriguing, they forget their sadness. While Erica's tears hadn't dried up, her mind had been diverted to a certain extent. Xavier felt proud of himself for achieving this feat.

Erada smirked, she brought out a gleaming knife and she brought it down on his scarred face. " The new designs I would give to your face is for little Zephyr" Cerek shrieked and she struck the knife into his tongue " And this is for 54" ****** Immediately the shooters left the room, Eight immediately sprang to his feet. " Those stupid assholes, they can't even fire a proper shot"

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV My eyes closed, silent tears streaming down my face. With his thumb, Xander wiped them off. He sent out a regretful sigh that covered my face. There was a fresh realization and an all-encompassing silence as we both became silent. That I had made the wrong choice and erred in every way as well.

He brought a cutting from it to the hospital, in a small pot, and set it on the windowsill without explanation, and I understood it for what it was the kind of gift that didn't need a card. And the studio, on ordinary Tuesday mornings, held all of it: two small people in the corner, sunlight falling across the worktable at the angle I'd fought for fifteen years ago, sketches going up on a wall that had never held anyone else's work, and somewhere underneath all of it, the quiet, steady fact of two people who had spent ten years in the same house, looking at each other from the wrong distance, finally slowly, carefully, in a shape neither of them had built before getting it right.