Teardrop X Eraser Novels & Stories

I wanted to run but before I can take just one step, the drunk man already captured me, putting his left arm on the left side of my head and his right arm place on the other side. “There’s no way-out young lady!” But I didn’t do anything to harm myself and I told the beggar to run, shouting. The old poor beggar shakes slowly stand and the water from above starting to fall on the earth surface. The old beggar take-off his gray wet hood and look to my eyes. The beggar slowly takes his step to face me and the raindrops from the ground slowly rising directing to the old man’s hand. The raindrops starting to form a weapon, a knife made of water.

She decided to clean him up a bit, she enters the toilet and take a bowl with water, and added a drop of Dettol to it, she approach Jack and start to clean him when she reach her chest, she keeps staring non stop, and got carried away by the moment, she remembers the kiss and feels like she should kiss him right away again, she didn't know when her mouth started driving towards Jacks own, Their mouth was closed and only an half inch left for her to keep her mouth in his, suddenly the doors open Tbc

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids. The dam inside her cracked. A choked sob ripped from her throat before she could stop it. Her knees buckled, and she crumbled to the floor, curling inward as grief consumed her. Hot, silent tears turned into shuddering wails, years of unrequited love and shattered illusions spilling out onto the cold, tiled floor. Somewhere in the background, the man’s voice broke through. “I’m turning around,” he warned, but she barely registered the words.

Then he blew her hand. Brooklyn smiled sweetly at him, and she reassured him, her voice softening, “My hand doesn’t hurt at all, Jason.” Then she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitiser from her designer handbag and meticulously disinfected her palm, scrubbing away any trace of the toxic encounter. A faint smile touched Jason’s lips as he looked at Vivica, but the warmth never reached his eyes, and he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous chill, “Miss Cartwright, you are not even fit to carry my late girlfriend's shoes.

but she wants to know how she's doing Ericka looks astonished by her tears as it trickled down her face, they're not fake, they're real tears. "I really hate to see tears" he said and she quickly wiped her tears but she kept sniffing everytime. "I'm not kind but....I guess I'll have to pay you back for making me laugh after a long time" he said and dropped his smoke. "Her address?" He asked. "Uh...I don't know "she said embarrassedly

He brought a cutting from it to the hospital, in a small pot, and set it on the windowsill without explanation, and I understood it for what it was the kind of gift that didn't need a card. And the studio, on ordinary Tuesday mornings, held all of it: two small people in the corner, sunlight falling across the worktable at the angle I'd fought for fifteen years ago, sketches going up on a wall that had never held anyone else's work, and somewhere underneath all of it, the quiet, steady fact of two people who had spent ten years in the same house, looking at each other from the wrong distance, finally slowly, carefully, in a shape neither of them had built before getting it right.

“Jess said I’d probably need this. I promised her I wouldn’t let you talk.” Sed yanked off the tape, along with some beard stubble, and crushed it into Eric’s hair. “Now that was totally uncalled for.” Eric ripped the tape out of his hair with a grimace. “Look at this shit.” He showed Sed the tape covered with black hairs of various lengths. Sed pointed to where his whiskers had once been. “Let’s get you out of this place,” Eric said.

She couldn't hold back her tears. "Stop crying." Dario reached out to wipe the tears off her face. "I'm perfectly fine. These wounds will heal soon. Besides, Triana is here to heal me." He smirked. Erica chuckled in between sobs. "Don’t try to make fun of me." She playfully punched him in the arm. "Ouch…" Dario winced. "It hurts." Triana smiled, observing the love between them. That smile faded gradually when she thought of Blaze.

She wipe her tears and watch Asher disfiguring Axel face with his fist while he laugh like a maniac. T.B.C