Novel & Cerita The Bird That Drinks Tears

The others received instructions to leave the room, and soon she was hugged by Frank on the bed, his tall figure enveloping her small soul, the man's breath hot and passionate. Right after that, a hand slipped inside her clothes, she reached out to stop her but couldn't, in her mind the image of Iris every beautiful gesture appeared in her mind. If she had succeeded just now, she might have been able to make love to Iris, perhaps she wouldn't have felt regret like now. - Honey, show me a little bit of your remaining value. The room closed the sound. Iris looks for a glass to drink. He sat in front of the glass, looking very lonely, in the space only the sound of his breathing and the sound o

Tears started to go down my face, and I couldn't help but cry even while sleeping, I heard them and I felt that pain, the tears started to fall down my face, and then hands were caressing my face, holding me tight. "Why is she crying? What did you do to her?" daddy asks them out loud. "Is she in pain?" mommy asks, and I was in pain, not the physical, more of the emotional pain right now. "The wing slash made her lose a couple of feathers, we don't know if the feather would grow up again," the doctor says as the tears kept on falling. "Would she be able to fly again?" daddy asks, I loved flying, they can't take away my flying.

The last thing I need is for Mother to ask me about this later. But when we emerge to the west, near a small cluster of barely leafed trees, and I catch sight of the green-and-purple reflective tail dragging along the ground, every other thought leaves my mind. I squat to get a better view of the impossible bird. Is the ritual bringing back wildlife, not just because there’s food here again, but magically? Everyone agrees the Tapia’s pheasant was practically extinct. Yet, this one squeaks a mating call as it struts from one tree to the next, its feathers catching the light. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Eva sits on the ground next to me. “I’m so glad I’m here.”

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

“Open that throat. You’re going to take all of me.” He thrusts, slow at first, deliberate, letting me feel every inch slide over my tongue, past the back of my mouth, until the head nudges my throat and my eyes water. I gag, instinctive, but he doesn’t pull back. He holds me there, buried deep, watching tears spill down my cheeks like they’re his favorite sight. “Breathe through your nose, Little Birdie,” he murmurs, almost tender, thumb brushing a tear away. “You choke for me, you cry for me, and you’ll still beg for more.”

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

THIRD POV *************** In a lavishing apartment now tainted with one’s blood, Antler was sitting on the ground, hugging his knee, staring into nothingness. His back was against the couch, eyes locked right where Anna died. He had bangs under his eyes, redness due to exhaustion around the corner, yet a single tear refused to escape. “I… love small birds. Larks, especially. They look beautiful. I adore them. When I was a kid, I caged a lark, but it got sad when I kept it with me, so I… let it go.”

A loud screeching diverted their attention as the flaming red Phoenix soared in the sky above. "Agni!" Shrushaw yelled. The Phoenix settled down next to Toshani's body. It leaned over her chest and started to hum...which was more like screeching. Tears flowed from its eyes wetting her chest. A breath escaped from Toshani's chest and she was suddenly breathing. Rudra had heard of Phoenix's tears having magical properties, this was the first time he saw it. He was grateful that the legend was true. "Thank you Agni," Shrushaw whispered patting the bird's head. It chirped and flew off into the sky.

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.