Mermaid Tears Novels & Stories

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

I still loved her dearly and yet, I miss her more than anything. I was so upset at everything, I did not bother to stop the tears as they ran steadily from my eyes. I was looking to the side and could tell they were starting to make a small puddle in the center of Rameric's chest. He was bound to wake from the feeling of water pooling on his chest, but he did not move much at all. Did he not notice that I was crying? Well, it was more the fact that the tears were falling from my eyes as I lay there not making any sounds.

"As long as you say it, I'll do it." "Stop crying." He looked at her tear-stricken face with disgust. He hated that she used tears as a weapon, yet it was a tried-and-true method for him. Meredith immediately wiped her tears away and stopped her tears from falling. To go on stage, she wore eye makeup. At that moment, the tears smudged her make-up terribly. Meredith did not need to see to know how terrible she looked at that moment. She got up with difficulty. "I'll…I'll go wash up."

She was too shocked, too overwhelmed, too caught between dream and reality to react properly. I pulled back just enough to growl, “You ask too many fucking questions,” staring straight into those wide, glassy eyes darting nervously between mine. Her swollen lips pressed together tightly, trying to trap another moan already clawing its way out. “What’s with the tears?” I rasped when my gaze flicked to the wet trails down her cheek. I reached forward and gently wiped them away with my thumb before cupping her chin and forcing her to look at me when she tried to turn her head, but then she quickly grabbed my wrist.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

But Liam being Liam wiped his eyes and quickly came over to me with a glass bottle and tissues. He rubbed my back and put the bottle under my chin. "Did you know that faeries tears have healing properties?" Shaking my head no he continued, "and knowing how exquisitely unique you are these will probably do even more." Liam kept the glass tincture capturing tears that fell from my cheeks and chin until it was almost full. He wiped the snot from my nose like I was a child. He would have been a great dad. His care and diligence to me during my breakdown is just another example of how worthy he is to be with Fiona.

Her heart sank as she saw the unmistakable second line forming on the test. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as the reality of the situation settled over her like a heavy blanket. The tears that had welled up in her eyes began to fall, one after another, tracing a path down her cheeks. She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

She hadn't even managed to touch Jeffrey yet, but Elise had already gotten so far. The feeling of failure was hard for someone with her strong personality to accept. She took a deep breath and used my phone to make a video call to Elise. Elise was lying in Jeffrey's arms, and she thought that I had come to my senses and relented. She answered the call without hesitating. Callista's features contorted when she saw how happy the two of them looked in the video. She began accusing Elise loudly and wildly, looking as if she had gone mad.