Mermaid Tears Novels & Stories

she said to her. “ Hey. Why do you look like you are about to cry? Didn't you dare cry right now? If you do, I'll end up crying as well and all your hard work will be ruined,” Mercedes warned as she felt her tears well up as well. She didn't know what the moment was about, but she couldn't cry now. Her make-up would get ruined, and they would have to redo it. How long would she keep Felix waiting for her? She tilted her head up and pushed her tears back and took calming breaths.

Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her eyes. Marcel stared at her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her tightly into his arms. "I never wanted things to end up like this. I really didn't..." Tears streamed down his face. Clenching my teeth so hard they hurt, I fled as though I were the one who'd done something wrong. The wind roared in my ears, trying to drown everything out, but only I knew just how deafening the pain in my heart truly was. I kept running and running, until the emptiness in my stomach twisted into unbearable cramps under the weight of my emotions.

She then teleports to her room and slams the door shut. Morgan squats on the floor, raffling his hair. Her words feel like swords, making his heart bleed. Subconsciously, tears roll down from the edges of his eyes, turning them red. After some time, he runs to the kitchen, takes out several wines from the wine cellar, and chugs them greedily and nonstop.

Merra approaching them. Tbc

I can't cry, not at least before these people, because my tears are special and they cause me so much physical loss too. Mermaids' tears turn into pearls when they dry up, and that is similar to being bled if we lose too much of tears. It makes us weak. I already cried a lot yesterday and for that sake, I felt so weak in the morning that I wasn't able to open my eyes. So I should halt myself from being moody, as I decided that I will follow my parent's arrangement I will not cry anymore, at least I can try not to. I tried my best to not give up on my mood, but damn, that man, why he has to be here before me when I am trying the hell out of me to stop my tears.

The friendships, the familiar hallways, the dreams that had taken root there – they all seemed to hang in the balance, threatened by the drastic turn of events. A single tear, heavy with the weight of her anguish, welled up in Ava's eye and then slipped silently down her cheek. It landed on the cold, unfeeling floor with a soft, almost imperceptible sound. But in that seemingly insignificant drop, a deluge of emotions cascaded. It was a tear that held within it the echo of dreams shattered, of hopes extinguished, and of a future that now felt uncertain and dimly lit.

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.