The Pearl Novels & Stories

This alien is ambitious hahaha. "What do you mean?" I want to ask more. What was it then? Is that super? Aahh, piccolo's minion? "I was a pearl." This is the answer. I blinked. What does he mean? She is Pearl. Did she mean, she was a PEARL? Like the pearl of the east, the flame of the heart, in your blue chest? "You mean, you were an oyster?" I can't believe I'm asking this.

Dalik drew his knife and started playing with it in front of Thunka. "Oh, the pearl. You mean the Pearl of Sorrelia?" Thunka said as Dalik's knife moved closer to her face. "Yes, Thunka. I am talking about the Pearl of Sorrelia, the pearl that can draw water from beneath the sands and grow a lake from the most arid desert. You have it, don't you?" "Of course, I don't have it, Dalik. What makes you think I have the pearl?" Thunka moved backwards to avoid Dalik's knife.

She is already miles away from me. She climbs the stairs, her footsteps light, almost skipping. The sound fades as she turns down her hallway. A distant door clicks shut. The house settles back into its profound, watchful silence. I unlock my fist. The pearl earring sits in my sweat-damp palm, gleaming dully in the sliver of moonlight that cuts through the library window. I am a ghost. A curator of relics. A keeper of a single, lost pearl from a pair that will never be whole for me again.

One of them asked, his voice low and smooth. She gulped hard. She had no clue they needed an invite to attend the club. goddamn! She rummaged through her purse with trembling hands, feigning a search for the invitation card as she struggled to regain her composure. Her fingers brushed against her phone, wallet, and lipstick, but she continued to dig, her eyes scanning the cluttered bag as a distraction from the men's intimidating stares. “I - urm. I think I forgot it,” She whispered, her voice unsteady.

Holding her neck so tight, she coughed like she was going to throw up the pap she took hours ago. Juwairiyyah's mother was by her side, she handed her a glass of chilled water. "Sorry Mama". Juwairiyyah bursted into a scornful laughter, clutching her stomach so tight. "Wow! Seems like grandma enjoyed my beans cake. Continue eating please old woman". "Juwairiyyah, what did you just gave me to eat?". "Kosai (Akara: Beans cake)" Juwairiyyah answered absentmindedly.

"Why are they offering themselves to him?" "Most are desperate for luxury living or have fallen under his spell." Jimmy just nodded with a frown. Nylian looks at him and smiles. "This is why I will not let you go near him, I cannot let such a pretty creature like you fall into his hands." "You're so kind, your Grace." Jimmy smiled. The elf just smiled back and kept walking. They left the village after buying two large Gelatius, a sort of candy made from coloured gelatin. "Mm, it's delicious!" Jimmy exclaimed.

Kurai didn't say anything until he took out something from his long draped emperor's sleeves and showed it to me a hard, glistening object in a perfectly round shape. My eyes blinked. "Black pearl?" "The rarest pearl in the world," Wow. It was indeed rare, and it has a dark, eerily iridescent glow. "I have never seen a black pearl before. Can I pick it up?" He didn't say anything. I picked up the pearl. It was heavy. I feel like they have some weight to it, compared to a plastic bead and it was smooth to the touch. “The siren’s tongue only feeds on black pearls and I, the only one, can give you that," Kurai said.

“…What is this for?” Jin released a laugh at her innocence. “That’s a pearl, silly. It’s a gift from the sea” “It’s a gift from the sea?” she queried quietly, still staring at the smooth, black pearl in her hand with a look of interest and a hint of awe. “Well kind of... but not really,” Jin chuckled as he too, stared at the pearl looking so dark against her porcelain-pale white hands, “My father got the pearl for my mother before I was even born… then she gave it to me before we come here. She had kept it for twelve years.”

Yuldra confirmed with a smile, “That’s right. This is known as the Historial Soul Pearl, left behind by the founder of Historial Power.” Lesia suddenly sent James a telepathic message, saying, “Seize the pearl and fuse it at once, Master. It’s a rare opportunity.” This time, however, James did not heed Lesia’s advice. Instead, he smiled calmly and gently pushed the Historial Soul Pearl away. With furrowed brows, Yuldra asked, “You don’t want it?”