Teardrop X Eraser Novels & Stories

She thought Edgar was using an excuse for another veiled confession of his feelings for her. "If you don't like it, I'll change my design topic," Edgar said softly. "It's just an assignment. Please don't be upset, Jess." While Jessica was still angry, Cooper hurriedly chimed in with a conciliatory smile. "Yeah, you should change it to something else. Coffins are so morbid. Young people like you should think positively and be a bit more cheerful." Edgar gathered the scattered documents from the floor. Then, he threw them all into the trash in front of Jessica. Only then did her tense expression ease slightly.

Roger, noticing Margaret's expression falling, leaned close to Tyler and whispered, "Hey, can we leave now? Let's just sign the papers and grab the money." Tyler motioned for him to shut up, then asked Margaret carefully, "Mrs. Fuller, should I go ahead and send this girl to the winery?" Margaret didn't answer him. Instead, she reached down and helped me to my feet. Her hands trembled as she ripped the tape off my mouth. The scab on my swollen, torn lips ripped open again, and blood dripped down, splattering onto her high heels. Tyler's face darkened. He shoved me aside and dropped to the floor to wipe her shoes. "You little tramp! How dare you get Mrs. Fuller's shoes dirty! Get out of the w

The pink rubber mass of the **Eraser** didn’t fall like a stone; it descended like a deadline. It was a slab of absolute negation, a silent, scouring force that turned the "Raw Source"—the white, unallocated space where we huddled—into a grainy, grey static. Where it touched the edge of the crowd, people didn't scream. They simply ceased to have ever been. I watched a man from the 1998 "Originals," a man who had just been weeping for his lost dog, vanish. His dog, his tears, the memory of his name—all of it was "Skritch-skritched" away in a microsecond.

I reply with tears strolling down my cheeks. " Artic, please don't cry! I promise we will figure it out soon," He tells me. " You weren't able to find anything out of this one either huh?" Shawn asks, picking up the book about vampires and their mates, flicking through the pages. I go to respond to his question about the book he's holding. When his breathing becomes ragged, clutching the book in his grasp, looking at me then back at the pages, before he drops the book on the floor.

Elmer finishes. He tosses the spray bottle away and then continues to search my school bag. " Please stop " I whisper, my bottom lip quivering. I didn't think I could hold the tears back any longer. " Oh, you wanna cry, " Dean says and laughs. " What a cry baby," Elmer says as he makes crying faces at me " Do you need your mama to make you feel safe " Wesley uses his hands to wipe fake tears from his eyes? " I.. I. " I start again but stop as the tears spill from my eyes. I hate the way they make me feel, the fact that their words affect me so much makes me angrier at myself.

“But I want you to be sure about this, Er. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. I know how the Erebus feels about the Ethereal. If you come with me and help me with this, I want you to come as Eros Adler, my best friend, and not a member of the Erebus pack.” “I know I don’t see eye to eye with Ryker and I will continue calling him ‘that bastard’ so don’t expect that to change overnight.” Eros bit his bottom lip as I gave him an eye roll. “But at this point, I do realize how much he means to you, Xy, and in the end, I just want you to be happy. That’s all that matters. Even if it’s not with me. Even if it’s with that bastard so yeah, I will help you as your best friend.” “Thank

It was a tool that existed entirely in the present tense—designed to write, designed to smudge, and designed to be erased without leaving a ghost behind on the stone. Xander stood over the flat lead block, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, human rhythm. The grey primer of the First District's cutter had completely vanished into the black mist of the basin, leaving our makeshift pier silent. He reached down, picking up the white chalk cylinder Mia had left on the hearth.

He kept the pad of his finger on my cheek and took a drop on his finger pad. “ These tears are very costly. They contain mascara which is a thousand bucks, then eyeliner which is three thousand bucks, then it smudges the costly foundation and other things that are applied on your cheeks, then it has feelings which are priceless. So you see these things make these tears priceless. Next time think before you let them leave your eyes.” A smile made its way to hearing his cheesy words. Seeing my smile, his lips curled in a beautiful smile. He pulled me in his embrace.

Melvin stood to chase but was stopped. "Don't mind them, boy." Lifting the ceramic teapot, Hayden pressed down the lid to make it sit in place while pouring the tea. "Let's continue. Where did we stop earlier?" he asked, snapping his fingers in silence. A pinch of shimmering particles fell into one of the cups. "Oh, it's..." He paused Melvin from reaching for the left cup and gave him the one on the right. "Thanks. But aren't they the same?" He chuckled.

He then hears a loud snore and snorts coming from beside him. He witnesses his partner falling asleep with his head leaning on the window. He snickers quietly as he thinks of a comical method to rouse him up. He puts his latte macchiato in the cupholder. He grabs the control box and activates the air horn. The raucous sound startles Chris, which made him let out a high-pitched shriek. Brian is dying of laughter; Chris is irritated that his partner rudely awakened him. He adjusts his posture and turns his head to face him.