Mermaid Tears Novels & Stories

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.

I asked,trying to stop my tears from dropping. "Uhm..erm.." She stuttered.. "Answer me mum! Who are my? Don't tell me am not a human" I asked with a wide opened eyes.. Could it be that I'm a mermaid? I have read a lot of stories about mermaid and someone told me that mermaids do cry out pearls. I hope I'm not one.. "Of course you're a human. But you're a special human" mum finally said. "Thank goodness I'm a human" I heaved a sigh of relief. "But why is my tears turning to pearls?"

Tears burned the corners of Meriall’s eyes as she imagined her boy smiling and behaving like a merciful king. Renai felt she was hit by a final stroke. Tears flowed down her eyes limit-free. She pulled back her hands, scooted closer to the edge and began weeping like clouds unleashing its pain. She palmed her face and sobbed. She couldn’t control it anymore. This was too much.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

Another cry tore free from her, sharp and broken, echoing off the concrete walls. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for air, eyes snapping up to meet mine. Her jaw clenched hard, muscles trembling, tears rolling freely down her cheeks now. Real tears. She opened her mouth as if to speak again—then thought better of it. Her lips pressed together, her head slowly slumping forward as whatever strength she had left abandoned her. My lips pressed into a hard line as my gaze dragged from her face to her bandaged legs, now soaked through, blood steadily seeping out, dripping onto the floor beneath her.

She answered seriously when she turned to face them. "What do you mean?" The eldest general asked seriously. "The map showed nothing because it was blank, the only way for the markings, words, symbols, and roads to show was if the tears of the blessed maiden dripped on it." She answered. "If that's the case then why did you not gather her tears the very first day she came into our territory?" He asked again. "Because the tears needed weren't those one shed when angry, sad, scared, or lonely. The tears needed were that shed when they are happy or deeply grateful over their life or something in their life." She answered.

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

And it's not good to be too clingy. Lavana sat on the toilet seat lid in one of the stalls in the bathroom, her fingers clasped together while her chest heaved. She tried so hard not to let a tear shed but she was unsuccessful. The emergence of the first teardrop which turned into a pearl as it fell, unlocked the way for others. Her shoulders shook as she wept. However, she tried to restrain herself so she wouldn't shed more tears coz it's not good for a mermaid but she failed at this. The tear-turned pearls fell into her open palms.