Tears Of Themis Vyn Novels & Stories

My eyes remained fixed on the floor as she patted my back. “I don’t have all day. Are you going to accept Raphael or pay him back?” How could I pay for all of this if I didn’t accept? My vision blurred as a single tear fell onto my lap. “This is not the time to cry,” she snapped. “You better speak before I throw you out of my room,” she suddenly became impatient.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

Sophia sobbed as she vomited blood. “I only realized I still have a family; envy and greed must have devoured me, but dad, I’m proud to be a Knight,” Sophia smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m still glad you became my father, and I-I love you, dad,” she said. Vernon nodded and clenched his fist. Because she couldn’t see anything, Sophia looked for Vernon. “D-dad… I-I can’t see anything… P-please, h-hold my hand…” Vernon came to a halt and took Sophia’s hand. “I’m here…” Vernon bowed and turned away because losing a child hurts him as a father.

"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."

A small slither of happiness wraps around my heart, and yet I still can't stop the tears from falling. "Thank you." He whispers out, like those two words were the hardest thing to ever say in his life. Shock overcomes my body as my head shoots up to look at him, my vision slightly blurry from the tears. We just stare at one another no words between the two of us. As he wipes my tears from my cheeks, Alessandro's palm rises up to cup my cheek, warmth soaking into the skin there. His steely eyes meet my green ones. Time appears to have stopped, leaving only Alessandro and myself.

There were also photos of them in bed together and… torn limbs. I immediately recognized the woman in the photos—she was none other than my best friend, Joey. The explicit and gory photos made my vision go white. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself from puking. "You… You killed Joey?" I stammered. "Killed her?" Liam was still smiling. "I would much prefer it if you called it 'getting inspiration.'" My goosebumps rose when I looked into his eyes. They were cold and emotionless.

Amelia nodded her head, but placed the phone back on its cradle. “That was great, Amelia,” I said to her. The teenage girl was still unconscious, and I looked at the other children in the room. The blue flames started in my hands, and I looked at Amelia. “Týna virðar.” Forget us. I closed the office door behind me, and walked outside to Kiran’s Navigator where he sat in the backseat holding James across his lap. Malachi was in the driver’s seat, and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

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.

His voice trembled, breaking on my name. "I was wrong, so wrong. Please don't punish me like this." "Without you, I can't function. I can't breathe." Hot tears slid down my neck, but I turned away in revulsion. I couldn't comprehend his performance. He had betrayed our mating bond, yet now acted wounded and repentant. Was it true that Alphas only value what they've lost? "Let go," I commanded coldly. Karl remained immobile, his arms locked around me.

He looked toward the other side of the bed which was empty, he refused to look away, memories of them cuddling each other played in the back of his head, his lips trembled and his shoulders heaved with emotion, his dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears, his hands clenched with shaking fists in a desperate battle against the grief, a lone tear traced down his cheek and just like that the floodgates opened. He wept, tears streaming down from his deep blue eyes, loud heaving sounds tearing from his throat and still he did not look away, angry on himself, he got up and punched the wall so hard that his knuckles started bleeding, he broke all the frames, ornaments, glass and even threw everything