Teardrop X Gelatin Novels & Stories

A single tear rolls down his face but still, he says nothing. I smash the mallet down hard onto the top of his foot, leaving only 3 toes untouched. As the mallet makes contact, a sickening crunch can be heard as the bones in his foot pop through his flesh. I hit the same spot again and again, turning his foot into a pile of mush, save the last 3 untouched toes. "We needed the girl!" He squeals out as sweat breaks out on his forehead and protrudes from his arm pits creating a river down his sides.

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.

In the end, she used a towel to pat the water droplets on her face dry. After a long while, she finally found the courage to lift her head. The mirror in front of her was wide and the light on top of her head was bright. Madeline could clearly see the state of her face now. She looked at herself in the mirror and lifted her hand to touch her face with some bewilderment. At this moment, Adam appeared behind Madeline. “I added a special ingredient to the gel just now. It helps to boost the rebuilding of your collagen and the tissues of your skin barrier, so that’s why your face is flatter and more delicate now.”

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,

If this were a fake one, was this just stopping him from improving, or was the effect worse, like lowering his aura? Oh, Goddess, I hope it was not killing his wolf. “I shouldn’t have laughed, right?” Paris’s question brought me back to the present. “Send me a picture.” “One moment,” I replied, trying my best not to croak. With trembling hands, I took a pic of the cream inside and the cap of the container and sent it to her. It felt like forever before I heard something from the other line. “No. Nope. This is not Salvaben, not even the lowest intensity. The container and the cap are, but not the cream. It’s a gel— a regular gel. It could be petroleum jelly or a lubricant. There’s not even a

I suppose they thought I was openly cheating on Elgin. Elgin scoffed and set his knife and fork down. "Anyway, I don't see the point of this dinner. Have a good night," he said before rising and walking away. I checked my phone and frowned at the message. It was from the lab where I had sent the bottle of medicine. But the result made no sense. The test report read: It is human tear fluid. No herbal infusion, no chemical compound, no additives. What the hell did that even mean? I kept staring at the text before I stood up as well. After excusing myself with a nod to my father and Lady Greta, I hurried after Elgin, moving briskly.

Something hot. Tears.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

Lena continued to blush, and began feeling dizzy from her embarrassment. "A little, yes," Lena replied eventually. "Understandable. You have some tears that aren't quite finished healing. Apply this at night, and they will fully repair in a few days' time," the doctor said, handing her a small jar of cream. Lena accepted it, and observed the strange looking, filmy substance. "As for the real reason why I am here," the doctor continued, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a medium-sized bottle containing a dark liquid with strange-shaped solids floating through it.

Its blade caught the red light, gleaming like fire. “Elara,” he warned. “I’ll be fine,” I lied, because it was easier than saying I don’t have a choice. I pressed the edge against my palm. The metal bit deep, and blood bloomed bright against my skin. The Tear Drop pulsed once and then twice, and then drank the offering, the light spilling outward in waves. The cavern roared. The crystals flared alive, burning so bright they turned the air to heat. Then—silence.