Tears Of Themis Characters Novels & Stories

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

"She looks like she is destined for greatness." The goddess wore a long white tunic, but it was woven of gauzy stuff dyed with the colors of the sunset. It was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty and desire. Persephone could smell her rosy perfume in her lungs and she almost felt enchanted by it. Though her eyes were dazzled by Aphrodite's peerless beauty, she could almost see the look of subtle envy in the goddess' smile. Then she was greeted by Hermes - the messenger of the gods, lord of thieves and travelers, master who could move freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine. He kissed her swiftly on the cheek, causing her face to form a maiden's blush.

She hadn't even managed to touch Jeffrey yet, but Elise had already gotten so far. The feeling of failure was hard for someone with her strong personality to accept. She took a deep breath and used my phone to make a video call to Elise. Elise was lying in Jeffrey's arms, and she thought that I had come to my senses and relented. She answered the call without hesitating. Callista's features contorted when she saw how happy the two of them looked in the video. She began accusing Elise loudly and wildly, looking as if she had gone mad.

Parents collapsed to the ground, weeping and sobbing uncontrollably, as if every scrap of strength had drained from them in a single breath. Morpheus watched it all in silence, finding it nothing but absurd. For such a twisted, madhouse of a family, he had driven his own betrothed into an early grave. He let out a sigh, gave the priestess instructions for the follow?up, then turned and strode past the three of them, sobbing on the floor. Suddenly, a scar?covered dragon claw locked around his ankle with a death grip, Aithne’s talons almost puncturing his skin.

I shouted and soon the room was empty with me, Orel, Themis and Arius. “He cannot be Orel, he cannot be.” I said as the tears fall faster. “Breathe Gwenn, you need to Breathe.” Themis orders and I raised my head to look at her to see through my blurry vision that she was taking deep obvious breaths and I followed her action. “Good.” “Arius…” I started. “Yes, he needs you to be strong and take care of his kingdom for him until he wakes up…” “He will wake up?” I demanded, jumping on that word from Themis who looked away uncomfortably.

Her eyes turn magenta completely but she still shed tears, "Mother please...." She begs her to open her eyes, her voice was slightly mutated due to the presence of power, "I need you to open your eyes for me." She sobs on her and when the tears drop on her, she moans lightly, she jolts back with a smile on her face, "mother!!" She was beyond happy. But Mace and Loki had already been brought to their knees, tied like Christmas birds about to be killed, "what's happening?!" Loki demanded to know but Xerxes doesn't say a word, he only exhumes his death bringer,

Skin tone the color of deep espresso with dark curls to match, her high cheekbones and petitie frame makes her stand out amongst the three. A smile spreads across the woman’s face as my thought finishes flashing through my brain. Her eyeless sockets lock onto me as she introduces herself. “I am Lachesis.” She leans forward, pointing a finger at her sister seated on the other side of Clotho. “That is Atropos.” “It is rude to read people’s minds without their permission, but I do appreciate the introductions.” The three women let out a sultry giggle, their voices joining together as one.

“Amber of Upland, you are wise—and respectful. For that, know you are on the path to freedom… with the price.” Amber couldn’t think of a reply. She watched Mermaid eat, then picked up her own plate and began devouring the disguised peels. --- It was broad daylight, and Rhea sat in her room crying while Isis perched beside her, concerned for her daughter. “I don’t understand,” Rhea sniffed. “Why won’t he love me back? I rescued him. I’m beautiful.” “He will come around,” Isis assured her. “It’s not like he’s in love with anyone else.” Rhea remarked.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

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.