Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

It wanted more, it wanted blood, it wanted to tear them apart the way they had torn me apart all those years. Not yet. Tessa first. I reached the platform and dropped to my knees beside her. Up close she looked even worse. Bruises covered her face, one eye swollen shut. Her lips were cracked and bleeding. The gag in her mouth was some kind of dark cloth that seemed to pulse faintly, like it was alive. "I'm here," I said. "I'm getting you out." Her good eye found mine. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She tried to say something but the gag swallowed the sound.

" He walked straight to the old VCR in our house like he'd done it a hundred times before and hooked it up to the aging TV. The footage was static and grainy, but the figures were clear enough. It was the day of the mural painting. I'd been crouching on the ground the entire time with my hands nowhere near the ladder. Meanwhile, Megan stood on the ladder. Right before she fell, there was a clear movement with her arm when she tilted the red paint bucket over me before the ladder began to wobble. Then, the footage showed Judd sprinting over to stand by her side, angrily pointing at me. Watching the videotape, Judd looked at my stubborn, solitary figure on the screen, and for some reason, felt

After sending William away, Rosaline carried her bags as she went inside. It was late morning, but all the lights in the house were still on. Tessa was sleeping on the couch in the living room. Looking at the tear stains on her face and dark circles under her eyes, Rosaline could tell she was having a rough time. Tessa was strong and would never cry easily. Most of the time, her tears were always related to Grammy’s death. Rosaline panicked, seeing her like this.

Surrendering. My tears bursted, and I let it stream down my face. I guess it's not that greedy if I let Dad see the real me. The other side of me that I've been hiding for years. I am weak, wreck and broken. My chest was hurting and all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes hurt and my heart bleeds. It was the only thing that strengthened me. It's where I hope for the pain to subside. L "I saw him. I saw him this morning, princess. I saw him in your house with another woman. L I wanted to surprise you. But—Fuck!"

I called anxiously. “Watch,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the center of the lake. The water directly before me began to bubble, then rise. A single droplet separated from the lake, hovering in the air. It wasn’t water, though. It looked more like a diamond, and it shone brightly in the moonlight from every angle. “What is that?” I whispered. “The Tear of the Moon Goddess,” my father explained reverently. “Legend says she wept when she gave her power to the first wolves. Her tears crystallized and sank into the earth, appearing only when true need arises.”

My jaw clenched. “Yes.” The image of Celine tied to that stone altar flashed in my mind. Her lips cracked, wrists bruised, body trembling with pain and cold and terror, but still defiant. Still herself. And Tess standing over her with a blade laced in runes, hands glowing with magic. She was going to kill her. She was going to take her from me. And I would never forgive it. Oscar swore under his breath. “We need to find Tess. If she’s not dead already.”

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

I took it and sipped slowly, never taking my eyes off her. “She’s still breathing,” I murmured. “She’s stronger than she looks,” he said quietly. “Like someone else I know.” I glanced at him, managing a weak smile. “I’m not so sure about that anymore.” He touched my wrist gently. “She’s still in there. You reached her once. You can do it again.” Before I could respond, a faint groan escaped Tess’s lips. My breath caught. She shifted, her eyelids fluttering. Her hands twitched like she was trying to reach for something—then recoiled, as if burned. When her eyes finally opened, they were no longer violet.

" I said as I packed our stuffs making Bell confused. "Theo. Talk to me what's wrong? What's happening?" She asked as she stood watching me move from the cabinets to our suitcase. I didn't answer so she stood in front of me and made me look into her eyes. "Teddy tell me what's wrong?" She asked gently and before I knew it something came out of my eyes. The tears kept on flowing and I touched them and looked at Bell. "What are these? Why is it so good yet so painful?" "Oh baby. Those are called tears and they come out when we are in so much pain that we can't endure it anymore." She said making me hug her.

Thank you so much. Tessa’s face broke into a small smile as she threw her arms around Thalassa’s neck. Thalassa held her tightly, her tears falling freely. Everyone watched on with smiles, especially Kris who couldn't stop staring at Thalassa in wonder. When they pulled back, Tessa reached up with her tiny hands and wiped at Thalassa’s tears. "Don’t cry, Mummy," she said softly. Thalassa chuckled, shaking her head. "I won’t, sweetheart. I promise."