Tears Of Themis Novels & Stories

It was then that all her memories of before came tumbling in her head. Her body then slides down to the white-tiled that was floor of the bathroom. Her head resting on the cabinet that the sink was in. she began to cry hot and angry tears. But what is done is done. Plus it was only time before he would have claimed her anyways. But still, she had hoped that they could start an actual relationship beforehand.

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

My voice came out hoarse. Her eyes widened, and when she saw the tears on my cheeks, her own started to gather. “I didn’t plan to,” she whispered. “We just… ran into each other. He offered a large amount. We needed the money, Rhea. I just couldn’t sit by and do nothing while you work every second of the day. It’s not fair to you.”

He watched as Marisa, her face red with anger and eyes brimming with tears, stormed away from him. Marisa's vision blurred as she made her way to the couch where she had seen her handbag. She grabbed it with trembling hands, wiping away a fresh stream of tears with the back of her hand. Her heart was heavy with fear and anger, but her determination to escape this nightmarish situation remained unshaken.

"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?"

Carissa screamed at him before they finally disappeared back to the sea. The mermaids and mermen swimming around stared at Isidora with massive frowns on their faces. “What? What are you staring at?” She glared at them and they minded their business. They entered the throne room and the look on the two goddesses said that of pride for their children, but they were too proud to express it. “Mother, please before anything, can you heal Demetrius? He is like this because of my foolishness,” they nodded. The moon goddess healed him, but Demetrius didn't come back to life, making Carissa frown.

I've never been the proud and embarrassed type, where that definitely seemed to go hand in hand, that didn't sit too well with me, but when it came to Temis, well, that could never have been done, she helped her with the trap, all to find out that it wasn't just a young girl, even if there were others, besides a beautiful 12-year-old mortal girl, who he used as if she were a whore. How could she satisfy three gods if she couldn't keep one god? Plus, a harem he was secretly cultivating, in which the only person I really cared about, realizing these things changed completely. Now, she was ready for something new, even if it meant dismissing him after the summer. - Let's play your game then. –

But she’d blown it. A tear fell onto one of her scales, amethyst shim-mering through the perfect, round drop until another splashed it away. Then another. Tears. She was shedding tears for a Human. She brushed them away. She was not going to cry over him. But the tears didn’t stop. Silent, heartbreakingly si-lent, they fell onto her tail, mingling with the saltwater, back into their element. As she was. Gods. He’d been so disappointed. So… angry.

“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.

Vivica looked at her mother with a grateful smile, and she whispered, “Thank you, Mom, for your comforting words. They truly mean everything to me. I appreciate you more than you know.” In her mother’s tender embrace, Vivica found sanctuary where the jagged shards of her heart could finally rest. In the meantime, in the study room, Hiram’s voice was low as he laid bare their sister's secret history with Preston James. The weight of the betrayal etched into his face, and he said, “I am beyond disappointed in her. While we were protecting her, she was playing games with a man who had now made her a laughingstock.” At that moment, Hiram’s phone started ringing. He smiled brightly when he saw th