Mermaid Tears Novels & Stories

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

"The embroidery on that dress you're wearing is common machine-made embroidery. The original Tears of Paris, on the other hand, was not machine embroidered. Instead, it's hand-embroidered." Miranda lost badly tonight. Mila has let her pride down in front of everyone.

She was utterly terrified by Tobey's menacing demeanor. Tobey studied her tear-streaked face. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really do look beautiful when you cry." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, and Chelsea let out a muffled whimper as the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. The pain from his bite made her eyes well up even more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I love watching you cry," Tobey said darkly. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he yanked her head back. Her eyes were red, and tears kept streaming down her face. But her entire face was wet, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

What a way to meet your biological parents. "What if I can't do it?" I ask and sniff. My emotions come into everything right now. Animal advert on the TV? Tears are streaming down my face. Something looks cute but is actually a food...tears. Nikolai getting stabbed? Obviously, there are tears. Even the tissue advert had me in tears yesterday. I believe I need some of them. They state that they are good for spillages, and I can't seem to keep my tears at bay these days.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

My mind opens up, filling me with feelings that are not mine, bringing tears to my eyes at their intensity. The longing, desire, and love flooding into me from Jamari, no from Rieka, pulls a sob from my lips as tears flow down my cheeks. Jamari pulls her canines from my neck, her tongue darting out to lick the mark her teeth left behind, healing the wound with her saliva. A frown forms on her face when she pulls away and notices that I am crying. “Did I hurt you?” She asks nervously. I shake my head no, trying to stop the flow of tears currently flowing down my cheeks.

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.

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

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.