The Pearl Of The Orient Novels & Stories

Taichu was taken aback by James’ request, fully understanding the meaning behind it. Seeing her silence, James sighed and said, “I understand my request may be audacious, but time is of the essence.” Taichu asked, “What about Taiyi?” James stretched out his hand and revealed the Taiyi Pearl. Then, he waved his hand and another three pearls materialized in the order of the smallest to biggest, first was the Xyloria Tai Chi Pearl, the Xyloria Tirta Pearl, and lastly, the Xyloria Taihshi Pearl.

“I’m so glad you made it in one piece. Let’s get you settled in, then we can handle the details in my office.” As I start to get closer to the packhouse, I remember to cloud my eyes remembering Aaron’s words to me in the past. The best thing your opponents can do is underestimate you, he explained, never let them know your next move. An Omega appears behind them and escorts us to our quarters in the packhouse. I let the Omega lead me to my room. I’m surprised to find that our rooms have our own bathrooms, unlike the packhouse at Jade Pack, which had communal ones for non-ranked members. Though it seems like Shadow Mist Pack is quite a bit bigger than our old pack. I’m about to use Emerald’s

“It was a foundation. A core.” Damien rubbed his arms to shake off the chill. “Foundations don’t usually hum like they’re alive.” I couldn’t argue. A soft light pulsed at the far side of the chamber. Something was sitting at the very center of the room on a stone platform—a round object about the size of a grapefruit, floating a few inches above the surface. It glowed with a shifting iridescence, like a drop of mercury caught in sunlight. It called to me. I didn’t hear a voice. It was more like… a pull in my blood.

The last notes of the birthday song still hung in the air when my best friend dropped a bombshell. "Our very own heartthrob has gone all out to show his devotion to Yasmine with a surprise gift—the Peterson Group's legendary heirloom pearl bracelet!" The word 'heirloom' sent a ripple of excitement through my friends, who started whooping and hollering. I was buzzing with a different kind of excitement, not like the joy I felt in my previous life. Gazing at the softly glowing pearl bracelet, my hands balled into fists as the truth hit me—I had a second chance at life.

Melora leaned lazily on a bench at the Sea God's Estate. She played with a string of deep-sea pearls. Zale put them on her himself last night. Every pearl glowed with the blue light of the sea. "Perfect." She touched her necklace. A smug smile grew on her lips. Kressa's temple, Kressa's wealth, Kressa's husband and son. They were all hers now. Suddenly, the estate doors were kicked open.

( I understand, I will try to find another means of getting her sample although I doubt very much she may be the one we seek, there’s nothing spectacular or outstanding about her ) [[ Pearls come from oysters that lay deep in the sea and oysters are anything but pleasant to look at Ameera, they are also tough, please do not judge one by their outer appearances that is rather shallow if I do say so myself ]] ( my apologies, I shall be on my way now ) [[ very well, we look forward to your news, sooner than later preferably ]] ( understood ) It’s finally over! Goodness I need a damn drink and perhaps a one nighter, I need to blow off some steam like yesterday! I make my way down the street towa

Then one Lord shouted. “She lies ! There was no treasure!” That seemed to get the Lords and Ladies riled up. She stood then quiet, closed her eyes and did as Khepri had told her. She stilled her mind and thought of the jewel being in her hand and when she opened her eyes the jewel appeared inside her hand. It sparkled and gleamed giving off a rainbow hue form the light refracting off of it making the crowd go oh and ah as they looked on. One lady yelled.

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

"Starr, did you see which way Diamond went?" Her shoulders slumped, and her smile faded. She didn't bother with words; instead, she pointed to the exit. It took me three steps to reach the door and another one to actually get through it once it was open. There wasn't much activity in the dimly lit parking lot behind Club Swank. With all of Union 21's peddlers inside, sales weren't happening on the sidewalks. The streets were quiet except for my heavy boots on the gravel. Just as I got beyond the piece of shit Ford that sat next to the building, I saw the black Lexus. And then Diamond.

My trowel hit metal with a soft clink. I froze. The old, familiar dread surged, cold and instant. Not again. Please, not again. Carefully, I brushed away the damp soil. It wasn't a capsule or a box. It was a simple, old-fashioned tobacco tin, rusted at the seams. It had been buried shallowly, recently. The soil around it was looser than the undisturbed clay. This wasn't my mother's. This was new. With shaking hands, I pried it open. Inside, cushioned on a bed of dried moss, was a single, flawless black pearl. And beneath it, a slip of rice paper.