Tears Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised. Elena decides to give it a try. She gets a small knife and cuts herself on one of her palms. She pours the drop of tears on her cut and instantly her wound is healed in a blink of an eye. She became really surprised, feeling like some sort of a God having tears which could heal. She didn't allow it to get to head but she was extremely happy that her tears could actually heal. She picks up a book glowing from a shelf. It looked rather enchanting than dangerous. In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it.

“Jessica, stand back from the book.” I had to literally make myself move, breathe. The whispers still curled around me, the book still beckoned, but — I turned. And I stepped away. Sighing, the golden-eyed figure spoke. “Disappointing.” As soon as I wriggled, the book darkened. The pulsing glow beneath the cover dimmed; the whispers receded. The figure with the gold ring of eye-shake his head. “You’re still afraid.”

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

Lying always brought an unpleasant feeling to her, the same as when she hears lies. “Why you have to apologize for feeling that way is beyond me,” Theo muttered as he sat with her on the floor. “It’s not selfish, you know. He is your mate,” he told her. “But even if he is, if he treats you like that, he is not worth this,” Theo touched the gold specks on Irene’s clothes. Her tears turn into gold dusts when she cries but her tears also bring the worst of storms in just seconds. So beautiful and yet so deadly.

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

It was a desperate, practiced move, a thin stiletto blade aimed at my throat. Kaelen roared, moveing to intercept, but I didn't back away. I leaned into the strike, grabbing Philip’s cloak and twisting my body. The silver dagger Kaelen had given me caught the heavy wool of Philip's garment. Rrip. The lining of the cloak tore open, and a small, iron-bound book fell to the dirt, followed by a shower of gold coins that didn't look like any currency I’d ever seen. They were black, stamped with a weeping eye.

I shook my head, clutching the book to my chest as his fingers wrapped around it. I could practically hear the withered book groan, my heart along with it. Dean's sly smile was wider now, realizing he had just what he needed to get to me. I could feel the book slipping from my fingers, a strangled whimper leaving my lips. The book was torn from my hands, a quarter of the paper cover fluttering to the floor. "This book special or something?" Dean cackled, dangling it in front of me like bait. Tears stung my eyes, but they often did. Every emotion I had seemed to be wired to my tear ducts, making the waterworks form all too effortlessly.

“You think you’re special? You think you’re different from the rest of us? You’re just a broken little thing. Nothing more.” Eloise could feel the tears threatening to rise, but she forced herself to swallow them back. She had learned long ago that tears were a weakness Gold loved to exploit. If Eloise gave in, if she let the tears show, Gold would only see it as another opportunity to break her. So, Eloise remained silent, her eyes cast downward, trying to keep her composure. But Gold’s cruelty didn’t stop there. With a sneer, she kicked Eloise in the side, her heel connecting with the already bruised flesh. Eloise cried out, her body collapsing to the floor, the pain overwhelming her.

And then, as if the universe itself marveled at the spectacle, a cascade of tears—silver and gold—streamed from the royal elven woman's eyes. The ethereal tears shimmered in the air, a crystalline testament to the emotions that transcended the boundaries of our worlds. A fragile smile graced her lips, a curve that seemed to bridge the gap between ancient wisdom and newfound purpose. Her words held the weight of ages, a proclamation of her mission guided by the stars themselves.