The Pearl Novels & Stories

He said his eyes shifting to her. “No Master. I- it” “You don't have to explain. Where is the pearl?” I handed him the black pearl. He examined it. His brows creasing on the accord. “Where did you say you got this?” He asked still looking at the black thing. “On my way from Adelaide’s house” “On your way or from her house” I bite my bottom lip. He literally got me. “All the same” “You didn't answer my question. Because Adelaide is the only person that works with this”

*Pearl's room* Pearl hugged herself still scared of the incident that happened earlier. Crimson pushed the door and knocked. "Pearl, are you in there?" Crimson asked, pearl didn't reply. Crimson walked in and saw her hugging herself with her teddy. "Baby, can I speak with you please?" Crimson asked. Pearl dropped her Teddy. "I'm so sorry Momma, I didn't know it was wrong to read that book, believe me." Pearl answered.

Only, she stood far outside of the circle, so she did not get a clear look. So, she did not know what exactly the Spiritual Pearl was or what it was used for! "This isn't a Luminous Pearl! This is a treasure that can help a martial artist train, a Spiritual Pearl!" Leon explained briefly. "A treasure? This thing looks so dim and listless. How could it be a treasure?! Leon, are you too bored and just trying to play with me?" Ruth glared at Leon unhappily. "Don't be in such a hurry! I'll let you witness a true treasure!" As Leon said that, he activated the Spiritual Pearl.

Pearl’s father was safe in the hospital now. “You should get some sleep. We leave early.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” I moved away from the window and followed the sound of laughter echoing softly from the guest bedroom, the one I usually used when visiting. I was surprised to find Pearl and Lovemore deep in conversation, as if they’d known each other for years. “You have got to be kidding. You can make shoes?” “As an Omega, I can do most things. Anything that earns me a few coins, anything legal, of course,” Pearl replied with a grin. “But my dream job… is to be a florist. Like my mother. I love flowers.”

Carrying the notebook, because Noah carried the notebook everywhere including to breakfast, which had stopped surprising me some time ago. He sat at the table. I put cereal in front of him. He ate three spoonfuls in silence, which was his processing interval, and then looked up. "The old woman cried," he said. "She made a sound," I said. "It was crying," he said. "Small crying. The kind people do when they are trying not to." He considered his cereal. "Her earrings were genuinely excellent though. I was not just saying it." "I know," I said. "Pearl is underrated," he said. "People always go for diamonds but pearl has a quiet confidence that I respect."

Even the faintest glimmer would've been enough. Just as I was about to spiral into a complete mental breakdown, a sudden thought sparked in my mind. "That's right! The luminescent pearl!" On the exact day I agreed to leave everything behind and run away with Celia, she had gone to an auction and bought a flawless, one-of-a-kind luminescent pearl for a staggering 30 million dollars, presenting it to me as a token of her devotion. I had always told her that she was the only beacon of light in my miserable, dead-end life.

The same lady who had given Peter a mic handed Simon a mic. "Thank you Simon," Erik said, reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a small red pearl stone. "This pearl represents your soul. Take it in your right hand." Simon did as he was told then asked, "What is the essence of this demonstration?" This time around Peter had caught on to what Erik was doing and so he spoke up, "I devised a method of telling if a person is reincarnated. It's just a simple strategy. You'll have to cast your pearl amongst an opposite color pearl. Then with your eyes closed you must pick the same pearl. If you pick the opposite color pearl then you're reincarnated."

I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse. With my heels in my hand and my purse in the other, I walked out of the private bar and headed towards the parking lot. I unlocked my baby; a sleek black BMW Z4 and got in. My phone rang and I almost rolled my eyes. I dropped my things on the passenger’s seat and drove off to my shift. ***

More than a woman discarded, disgraced. And then—something changed. One of my tears, sliding down my cheek, suddenly shimmered. A faint glow—cerulean blue—and then it hardened the instant it hit my chin. My breath caught. It dropped into my hand. A pearl. A real, glowing, otherworldly pearl. I gasped, staring at it like it might vanish. But it didn’t. It pulsed softly in my palm, warm and alive. "It’s working." My heart leapt. Finally—finally, something was happening. A sign. A miracle.

"He's drawing and he doesn't want to be disturbed. Maybe you can call again later. He miss Pearl." Milan called Amari, Pearl. When I was pregnant with Amari I got a seashell with a pearl from Reina. Milan found it so beautiful, that he asked me the meaning of a pearl. I could still hear his demanding voice in my ears. "What is a pearl mommy? It is so beautiful. Tell me mommy, what is a pearl." When Amari was born and he saw her, his eyes lit up like fireworks. His lips curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss her on her rosy cheeks. "She looks like a pearl mommy. The one you have in your room. Can I call her pearl?"