Imperfect Pearls Novels & Stories

Mirabel exclaimed. "What the hell! Where did you get the pearls from?" Kizito asked,touching them.. "Mum..my tears..turned to ..this pearls" I stammered.. "What! Are you sure of what you're saying?" Dad asked.. "This is ridiculous! How can your tears turn to pearls?" Kizito sneered.. "I'm serious..why would I make a joke out of this?" I defended but looks like no one believes what I'm saying. "And you expect us to believe that" Kizito said. Sarcasm dripping from every word. "Mum I think she stole these pearls and she is just trying to cover up"

The beauty of the silver clam boasted as it spread itself open before us. It revealed a shiny pearl inside. “This is a translucent pearl. It can give you a mirror to reflect anything you wish to see from the present and past.” Could that pearl really be that powerful enough to see anything from the past? “Will I be able to see someone from the past even if I hadn’t got the chance to know them?” “Well, the pearl never misses anything the water could see.” “There is someone I’d like to see. Could it be possible thought…I wonder.”

The bracelet was crafted from exquisite pearls that appeared to glow with an inner light, their surfaces shimmering with iridescent colors that shift and change as the light strikes them from different angles. The pearls themselves are not like any that can be found on Earth; each one is perfectly round and flawless, with a lustrous surface that seems to radiate a subtle energy. They are of varying sizes, ranging from tiny seed pearls to larger, more substantial orbs that catch the eye. The bracelet itself is made from an intricate network of delicate silver or gold filigree, with intricate patterns woven through the metal like vines or tendrils. The clasp is similarly ornate, with a gemston

I know, thank you" I replied. She left the mall, then I started walking round looking for what to buy. After searching round, I settled on a red handless gown with sparkles at the chest region to the waist level, she could use it to go on a date, I thought. I added a box of Diamond jewery with black heels to match the dress. After the gifts were wrapped, I paid for them and left the mall.

Although Pearl said so, her steps were hesitant. She walked for several minutes but still did not reach the door. “Is there anything else?” Ruth asked. Pearl did not turn around, so she did not see Ruth’s impatient expression. Her eyes were fixed on a pink dress nearby. It was from Dio’s new collection. It was limited to ten pieces and pre-ordered before it was released, so she did not manage to buy it. “I think that dress fits my temperament very well!”

After all, she was really pregnant, and Old Master Taylor would be unhappy if everybody knew this. “Oh my, it’s really huge! I had no idea that there are luminous pearls of this size in the world! Everybody must be envious of you” Old Master Gold looked at the luminous pearl in the box with widened eyes. He had seen many luminous pearls but this was the first time he saw such a big one.

"No, it's either fragmented or blurry images. I still feel the connection with the pearl. However, my questions remain unanswered." "Maybe, you're searching in the wrong direction. Pearls are a woman's accessory. What if the connection you feel has nothing to do with your birth, but everything to do with your beloved? If your heart and soul are bond to someone else, it could explain why you're unable to impregnate a female."

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.

It hit the water with a sound like a whisper, vanishing immediately into the milk-blue opacity, sinking through the glacial flour toward the black volcanic sand below. Then the pearls. I did not throw them. I opened my fist slowly, letting them slide one by one from my palm into the water. Each sphere made a small, distinct plip, a musical note, as it broke the surface. One. Two. Three. Seven. Twelve. They did not float. They sank, pulling the ribbon—untied now, loose—down with them, a white tail disappearing into the blue-gray depths. I watched until the ripples ceased. Until the water was still again, opaque, indifferent, having absorbed the last physical traces of the Marconi women—Gia's

"Yes, stop. Lower the lever." Sean furrowed his brows in focus, then he did as Harriet said. Sean had never played this game before, and he thought it would be so easy, it turned out to be the opposite. Sean even thought that this puppet machine was just a gimmick because it was too difficult. His assumption is getting stronger even more now that he has failed to get a stuffed penguin for Harriet. "Daddy failed again." said Harriet with her face limp. "Come on Daddy, let's just end the game of catching dolls."