Tears Of Tess Novels & Stories

"Now. Close your eyes. Feel the Tear." I did. It was there. Always there. A massive presence in the back of my mind. "Don't fight it," Thea instructed. "Just observe. What does it feel like?" "Cold. Heavy. Like... like drowning in a frozen ocean." "Good. That's your perception of it. The Tear isn't actually cold—you're making it cold because you fear it. Now. Try to feel it differently. What if it wasn't an ocean? What if it was something you could use?"

My mouth twitches and before I can stop myself, the tears pour. Tessa stands up and pulls me into a hug,her arms tightening around me. I sob. Sob until there's no tears left. My chest hurts,my nose is blocked and my eyes sting but I feel like a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I don't know how long we stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace. But when I pull away,it's not only Tessa's shoulder that's drenched with my tears,but hers are stained with mine too.

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.”

I mean, it was good enough that we found you innocent, but to also know that you actually saved the King's sister is just too much for me to bear. How could something like this happen? How can someone so innocent and pure go through something so terrible? At that moment. Sandy began shedding tears, which took Vega unaware. She'd never seen her friend cry before, and seeing her now made her emotional too.

Not even Allison Carter. "Um, so what is that for?" I ask, gesturing to the vial. "What does it do?" "This substance is known as goddess tears. They say it grants blissful dreams," she replies. "I don't know about that, though. I'm not stupid enough to try taking it. But I do know that it can knock a werewolf out cold for hours, depending on the dosage they're given." She lifts her gaze to meet my eyes. You're going to win the Tech Wizard competition with Allison Carter's idea, and she won't be there to compete at all."