Novel & Cerita Mina Diamond Tears

He was still devastatingly handsome in the moonlight. "My love, I have a special surprise for you." He walked toward me and slowly opened the box. Inside lay a gem the size of a dove's egg, glowing with a soft, silvery light. It was perfectly clear, yet seemed to shimmer with a mysterious power. "The Tear of the Moon," he said, his voice laced with pride. "A legendary jewel said to hold immense healing power. It took me three whole months to secure it from an ancient family in Northern Europe."

Nyla frowned and whispered, "Don't get your hopes up. Let's hurry and leave." She pulled Valarie along, but as they reached the door, Damon stopped them. He held out The Lone Tear and said clearly, "The meaning of this jewelry is—no matter how long it's lost, I will always love you and only you."

She set them on the velvet tray, then, with the smooth instinct of someone whose job involved knowing when to try, produced a second box. "Since you're looking at couples' rings, this is our signature piece. Tears of the Sea. Natural blue diamond, 13.14 carats. Same design worn in the drama Tears of the Deep. It's meant to symbolize a lifelong" Vivian looked at the diamond. It was the size of a pigeon's egg. She looked away. "We'll take the simple ones," she said. "Thank you." She picked up the women's band, turned it in the light, slid it onto her finger.

She held my hand as her cold tears dripped onto my face. "Mia, your wish came true," she whispered. "They've all been caught. We rescued so many people…" I smiled as I slowly closed my eyes. Finally. Maybe this way, I could repay a fraction of my sins.

"She just wants to wear this dress once and hold a ceremony with me. There will be no witness from the Moon Goddess, no binding of the Mate Bond. It’s just an act so she can leave this world without regrets." He spoke with such sincerity, as if refusing him would make me a cold-blooded sinner. At that moment, Ron walked over, holding an exquisite box. He opened it to reveal a gemstone necklace radiating a healing glow—"Life's Tear." It was a legendary artifact said to heal all old injuries. "Ella," Ron said, his voice laced with an attempt to please as he looked at me cautiously. "Reid and I spent a fortune getting this from the auction house. Your shoulder always hurts when it rains. With t

Tears are just an indication that I'm in pain. "Raven, you don't have to do things like that! It's your whole life that we are talking about. This is not a joke, and—my gosh—you made it for eight years?" Beri wrapped her mouth with her hands, because she really can't believe the struggles I have been through. "Who was that?" Suddenly Neri asked. I quickly looked at the direction of her eyes, and there I saw a sexy and sophisticated lady talking to Zeb's dad.

He thought of the ring still sitting on her finger somewhere out there in the dark, of their daughter, of a name they'd chosen together only two nights ago, Iris, for a woman who would grow up hearing stories about a grandfather she'd never met. He thought, with a clarity that terrified him more than anything else that night, that he had never in his life wanted to hurt another human being the way he currently wanted to hurt Michael Adams. Behind him, Emma had gone to her knees against the eatery's outer wall, sobbing now in a way that felt entirely too late to matter, and the owner had emerged from wherever she'd been hiding, one hand pressed to her mouth in horror at the scene unfolding in

"What are you talking about, Damian?" Ivy stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and denial. She desperately tried to hide her shaking hands, knowing that Damian had caught on to her vulnerability. A smile played on Damian's lips as he observed Ivy's visible unease. "You're shaking, Ivy," he pointed out, relishing in the power he now held over her. He couldn't help but notice the tear in his bleeding lips widening, a painful reminder of the ordeal he had endured. "Look at all this," he continued, gesturing to his battered appearance, from his bleeding lip to his bruised ankles. "I know you had something to do with it. Your girl gave you away, what's her name again... Gwen."

He took the box out and presented it to Diana, imitating her earlier gesture, and said calmly, "Open it and take a look." Diana stared at the box, somewhat surprised, and glanced at him. "This box looks quite mysterious. What's inside? You're not really giving the company to me, are you?" John gazed at her intently. "Do you want it?" "I don't want... You need to calm down!" Diana walked over, reaching out her hand and slowly opened the box. Inside lay a necklace—a priceless one. It was adorned with a pink diamond, the outer edge polished to resemble a teardrop, with a faint shadow visible at the center of the teardrop, revealing the silhouette of a mermaid.

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.