Imperfect Pearls Novels & Stories

The black pearls were so rich and when the diamonds shone, it gave the pearls a surreal depth. My mouth dropped open. It was inventive. Unique. Stunning and spectacular. There was nothing else like it in the world. She cleverly called it a ‘back-less’, since it adorned the back as opposed to the neck. “I…I have no words,” Hazel said beside me. I agreed. And this was only the first design? I knew I was up against the best of the best, but I don’t think I fully understood what that meant until now.

Not only did I have to put up with my father today, but I also have to be reminded of my nemesis two nights ago? The ‘unfortunate incident’ that threw up all over me and hurried out the next day without as much as an apology. Her eyes widened as they met mine and the voices all around me faded. Her eyes…they were unusual. A kind of deep emerald green. Recognition flashed in them and her lips parted slightly. I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to draw the connection between the drunk lady two nights ago and the composed one who sat before me. She looked away first, dropping her gaze to her palms that rested on her thighs.

The small fire easily warmed the abandoned old cabin where she made her home. The smooth curve of one of the boxes filled her hands. Pearl's reflection peered at her on the iron-like surface. The two others glistened near the fire. In the light, she could really make out their details. One was a pure pearl white color. It shimmered like fresh snow, while the one nestled next to it was as dark as the night. The third one, the one that she held in her hands, was a consuming deep grey tone. They were shining and beautiful.

I gave her a robe and led her to her bed, telling her to rest for a moment while I cleaned up the living room. Leaving the room, I brought my hand to my mouth, suppressing a scream at the sight of the mess that devil's daughter had made. My eyes widened as the cushions of the armchair were torn apart, and despite being caught, she continued attacking that pillow, or rather, that rag, since all the feathers were scattered everywhere... What am I going to do? I'm dead, those pillows are imported from Paris. God, we're talking about Paris, I don't even have a penny to my name, where am I going to get those expensive feather pillows from?

I I question with concern, “What’s wrong.” I pull back to find her staring at me with a look of abject horror, but I’m having a hard time focusing. It almost feels like I’m sitting on rocks. I look down in confusion, my tired brain struggling to process what I’m seeing. Pale, gleaming orbs scattered over my sheets, each a different size and shade, but unmistakable once I recognize the telltale luster. Pearls.

Darius and I make our way to walk through the abandoned mansion with Lucas and Aurelian. I see Pearl talking to Carlo and a couple of other warriors. She is smiling and I can see the pride in her eyes at her big accomplishment in finding this hideout. Bram’s threat replays in my head. “I suppose there are four other lovely gems for me to choose from.” I hope you’re prepared to die, you sick psycho.

"Willow ended up choosing these yesterday at midnight. She spent a long time on these. I believe that you'll like them." Sara couldn't bear to turn Theodore down. She nodded stiffly and opened the box. There was a pair of pearl earrings inside. The pearls were round and full with a shiny luster of gray. They were exquisite deep sea pearls, expensive and obviously carefully handpicked. Hailey gushed, "These pearls look gorgeous! They fit Grandma perfectly. Ms. Jett, you have good taste." However, Sara only looked at them once before slamming the box shut. She left the box on the side and said dryly, "Thanks."

Why did Alexander Hamilton have a room in his house filled with female things? I pulled off the faded dress I'd worn from my parent's house and walked over to the rack of clothes, looking at the various garments designed to entice and allure. My fingers skimmed over the shimmering, glittering, and satiny dresses, looking for the least provocative one. I finally found one at the very back: a tight dress with a halterneck and rhinestones littering its bodice. My trembling hands fumbled as I struggled to put on the dress, its glittering gossamer fabric a mocking reminder of my newfound objectification. It barely reached down to my knees, stopping somewhere between my thighs and my hips. I turne

My earbuds were crushed underfoot. A soft, gentle male voice crackled faintly from the phone. "Bella... are you okay?" Everything went dark. I lost all my strength. … Was I okay? No. I was a mess. Every inch of my body screamed with pain—like a thousand trains had run over me, back and forth, again and again. I could handle the pain. But if they'd broken my phone... That thought jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to see a dim, warm light on the ceiling. Outside, night had already fallen. I forced my aching body upright, using one arm to push myself up from the bed.

They seemed to glow almost like moonstones in the dim amber lighting, and somehow happened to match my eyeshadow perfectly. “Chris…” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as I set down the curling iron and reached up to lightly trace the pearls with my fingertips. “These are... stunning.” “You like them?” he asked. “I was worried you wouldn’t.” I opened my mouth to respond, but then found that the words couldn’t seem to come. A sense of guilt washed over me; I knew how pearls were often sourced here in the human world. And it wasn’t good. As if sensing my thoughts, Chris pulled back just enough to look at me.