Novel & Cerita Tears Of The Saints By Leeland

I solemnly uttered every word, emotion thick in my throat as my eyes burned with the force I used to not shed tears. However, Saint allowed her glassy eyes to drop diamond-like tears down her face. She sniffled and used the back of her hand to dry her under eyes but the tears continued to silently fall. When she spoke, a rasp coated her words, "And I hope he doesn't mind becoming a rogue because there's no Alpha better than you. If he makes me leave my pack, my family, it will hurt just as much as any rejection could." "That's not true, Saint," I brushed my thumb over her cheek, wiping away a glistening tear that clung to her rosy flesh.

A small bed was in the room and one of the temple servants helped Linda on it, while Konan knelt in a corner to watch. “ I do not really know how this works, but I pray it works for both of you,” I said stretching my hands to collect the earthenware containing the tears from Erxi. I removed my gloves and the tears instantly responded to my touch. Scooping some of it, I weaved it around my fingers while the two women watched in awe. I placed the tears on Linda's exposed stomach and muttered a small prayer to the goddess. The tears disappeared into her skin but I could see faint lines travelling to her lower belly before disappearing totally. She gasped and shut her eyes before opening them ag

Magic bestowed upon her tear, the ‘Merciful Tear’ as it was once called and it would seem to call this kind of magic Theo revives from the dead for good it seems as good news comeby and the magic was not the reason for the revival but the goddess Erlah has given Cath the power to stretch out the grace that she has given them both to rejoice over and thus it will be the most generous she will ever be in a lifetime and never again shall it happen

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

Before millions of questions flood into my mind, an enchanting voice rings in my ears, "Rest assured, my love. This world has me. I will keep it safe for you. As for those rats, I will hunt them one by one. I'll drink their blood to make them remember you. FOREVER." Those words are very emotional. Despite not seeing her, I can see her sorrow through her voice, I can feel her hatred through the way she enunciates every word. The stranger is, I feel everything so real and the pain she feels breaks my heart, making my body tense and even more uncomfortable. 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 chee

During a family dinner with Liam, I brought up the idea of getting married sooner and starting a family. He immediately assumed I was after his family's wealth and only wanted to marry him for his money. In front of everyone, he slapped me more than a dozen times. Then he turned around and pursued his jealous childhood sweetheart. I grabbed his hand and begged him not to leave, but in a fit of rage, he shoved me down the stairs. That shove ended up breaking both my legs and fracturing my skull. I spent a month in the ICU before I finally regained consciousness. This time, I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I called my mother overseas. "Mom, about the inheritance you mentioned last time… I

— Elara" Only then did it dawn on me. The tearing pain deep within my divine core when I had touched Cassia at the altar, the frantic howling of my war god's essence, had all been because our soul-bond was shattering. I had personally buried our profound love. My fingertips trembling, I read the thoughts on the laurel leaf again and again. The leaf trembled in my hand, making a faint, rustling sound. A coppery taste I couldn't suppress suddenly rose in my throat. The brilliant divine realm before my eyes began to twist and spin. The stars lost their color, and everything began to peel away. The indestructible jade of the temple floor seemed to dissolve beneath my feet, becoming a bottomless,

A chill flashed in my eyes. Nothing owed? Judd owed me more than two lifetimes could ever repay. Tears shimmered in Megan's eyes as she looked up at him in admiration. "Thank you, Judd." Looking down at her, Judd gritted his teeth, as if he was finally making up his mind. "Mother, I'm marrying Megan!" "Have you lost your mind?" Eleanor rushed over and smacked his arm, practically jumping with anger. "She's scheming and vicious, so why would you bring her into our family?"

I was just picking up my spoon when he told me our marriage registration would be delayed again. "Let's do it next time," Ethan said as he put down his cutlery. His tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the pleasant weather. I took a sip of my food, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "Okay." He glanced at me, picked up his fork, and then looked at me again. "You're not angry?" I continued eating, my voice entirely flat. "No, I'm not." Our wedding ceremony had been held six months ago, but this was the seventeenth time he had postponed getting our marriage certificate. He was used to doing this. And I was used to accepting it. I finished my meal bite by bite. He didn't touch his