Tears Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

Pretending to faint wasn't a bad idea, after all, I heard him jump off the bed and walk to me, he knelt beside me and shook my hand. "You," he called loudly. "You," he repeated still shaking me. "Stac..y," he whispered with a cracking voice, I quickly opened my eyes and sat upright. "Was that so hard to do?" I asked then kept quiet when I noticed his eyes were filled with tears. "I'm sorry Lewis," I whispered then hugged him, he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. "Whatever your name is or whoever you are I'm sorry for whatever happened in your life, you seem to be a very good man," I said honestly then pulled back and faced him.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

“I wondered why the contents of the manuscript had not been included in the school books.” “Indeed it will not,” Mr. Kei admitted, “because the contents of the manuscript will only be included in books intended for teachers, not students. Because, guidance is needed so that you understand exactly what it means to prevent misunderstandings.” “I don't think so,” said Quan sassy. “I don't think the contents are that dark so the students need to be careful.” “You read all the pages?” a boy named Ben exclaimed in disbelief. “But the museum only shows the cover and explains a little of the contents!”

“For one, she’d been mired in melancholy for years. A dragon’s soul corroded by negative emotions—the body just withers and fails.” “And there’s another matter… She’d originally made up her mind to receive the Tree of Life’s treatment, but all of a sudden, every last coin she’d saved in the Ice Dragon vault was transferred away.” “At first we didn’t believe it—after all, she was the Ice Dragon princess, how could she be short of gold? But no one would gamble with their own life like that…” That day, the priestess told him many things, everything he should have known ages ago.

he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

He was divorcing me. He had made that clear. Everything is going to be over soon. I looked at myself in the mirror again. And before I could stop it— tears filled my eyes. "Oh, God…" I quickly looked down. One tear slipped. Then another. I covered my face. I wasn't even crying because of one thing anymore. I stayed like that for several minutes. Then slowly— I inhaled. Exhaled. Again. And again. I washed my face carefully. Fixed my makeup.

“Not with your eyes. Nor with your power. Read it with your need.” Liora closed her eyes. She ignored Ash’s restless steps and Kael’s heavy breathing. She thought only of her brother, the boy who shared stars with her, fought beside her, ready to give all for her. She poured that fierce, protective love into the journal as she held it. At first, nothing happened, then a single warm pulse came from the book. The page under her hand glowed soft gold, not silver like her power or green like the Scourge, but like sunlight, honey, healing.

As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa. Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash. Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish. My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"

’ “These clothes are for funerals.” “Oh!” Aurora gave a disappointed look. “Come take a look at this dress, for instance,” Phil said, holding a paper tag that was stuck on the dress, and Aurora moved closer to see. “‘The tears I cry’, inspired by Perez Liam Parks.” Aurora paused. “A dress that tells a story.” She looked at the diamonds, shaped like water drops, that shone on the long, silky gown. Her fingers freely felt the authentic cut of the diamonds. “These must represent the tears.” She said,

“You’re not making any sense, and besides, we have no reason to believe you without proof.” Ismene turned and waltzed away from the grand desk at the center of the cavernous room. She glided over to one of the many shelves, her footsteps all but silent. The tome she plucked shimmered brightly, covered in a sheen of liquid gold and pure light. The moment my eyes locked in on it, I wondered how I could’ve missed the thing to begin with. It’s pages were sprayed with a metallic gold sheen the same shade as the whorls on the cream cover. While I couldn’t make out the title, I could feel the magic pulsating from within, washing the cavern in warmth.