Agatha Harkness Necklace Novels & Stories

She snatched the ring from my hand and held it up to the moonlight. "This is hilarious!" "This piece of trash is nothing but worthless iron painted to look like bronze." She snapped the ring in two in front of everyone. The metal broke with a sharp snap. "A real Benedetto signet ring looks like this." Carmela raised her left hand. On her ring finger, a solid gold family crest gleamed in the candlelight. I stared at the metal shards in my palm, then at Salvatore on the steps. I prayed he would give me an explanation.

Held between her thick thumb and forefinger was a small, polished object that caught the morning light with a bright, blinding flash. It was a silver cufflink, small and solid, engraved with the sharp, elegant crest of the Hawthorne family line. It was the exact cufflink Liam had been wearing on his white dress shirt when he walked into my room last night. Agatha slowly turned around, her small, dark eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying glare that made the blood run cold in my veins. "I found this lying right on the floor," Agatha said quietly, her voice flat and emotionless in the silent kitchen as she held up the shining piece of silver. "Just three feet outside your bedroom door, Iris

Jack was clearly losing his patience, and his gaze finally settled on the necklace around my neck. I instinctively reached to cover it. This was the token of love Hugh had given me—a piece he had specially commissioned from a top designer, something he had begged for. Its value far exceeded five million. But Jack pinned me down and ripped the necklace from my neck. The chain scraped painfully against my skin, leaving it burning. "This'll do! Looks pretty nice—should fetch a good price!" Jack's eyes gleamed with greed. "You can't sell that! Give it back!" I tried to snatch it back, but it was no use. My frustration boiled over.

The necklace had been buried in soil for three years and could still glow with such a radiant color, which showed that it was actually of great value. The youngster held the necklace in his palm and suddenly pulled Jay’s hand over. He placed it in Jay’s palm and said, “Keep it for me.” Jay was slightly startled. Sera looked at the weird boy suspiciously. “Hey, where are you from? What’s your name?” The boy ignored her and leaned back against the chair again, closing his eyes to rest. Jay looked at the skull necklace in his hand, and his gaze turned from suspicious to surprise when a strange voice inexplicably penetrated his mind. “Angeline, you can’t die. I won’t allow you to die. You said y

"It is a possibility, but keep thinking. Maybe you've overlooked something—wait, the case with your father. Someone was sent to sabotage your company. Could the abduction of Gia be related to that?" I couldn't believe it. We get rid of Kim, and now Gia is missing! What kind of curse do we have that these problems never end? Now I remember the necklace I gave to Gia. I put a tracker on it when she mentioned that someone was watching her. I don't have the skills or the kind of team Corbin has, but I have other resources. I haven't given her anything yet, and I wanted it to be unique, so I got her that necklace. The stone in the pendant is a ruby, symbolizing our wedding month. Inside that ston

His shoulders rose and fell with every breath, his rage simmering like a furnace just waiting to spill over. “Anything else come in?” he asked. Niko tapped the keyboard. “Not a message. But something worse.” My stomach dropped. “Worse than that?” He clicked another image open. My blood iced. It was the necklace—the same symbol on the iron key, the same symbol on the pendant L had just left at our gate. But this wasn’t the necklace from the box. This one was older. Darker. Stained. The photo showed it lying on stone, surrounded by ash. Like it had been placed at the heart of something burning.

I shoved the documents into my satchel, effectively burying Cora the Ward and becoming Sarah Miller before the ink on my own death warrant could dry. Finally, my hand went to the base of my throat. My fingers hooked under the delicate, shimmering chain of the silver necklace Silas had given me for our third anniversary. It featured a pendant of a crescent moon, crafted from the pure ore of his own mines. It was the only thing I owned that was worth more than a servant’s wage, and it was the only thing I had left of the man I’d loved. I didn’t hesitate. I ripped the chain from my neck, the metal biting into my skin before it snapped. I walked toward the surgical waste bin and placed the neckl

He then frowned as a thought occurred to him. “Tell me,” he said, raising the necklace. “What colour is this?” Vathar gave him a look of pure confusion. Was this a trick? Or was he mocking him? “Answer me,” Dareth snapped. “It’s black,” Vathar replied, still glaring. “The necklace is completely black. Now give it back. It's mine.” Dareth looked again. To him, the necklace was definitely silver but to the human, it was black? He gasped, realising something then suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed. It was a long, wild, disbelieving laugh that echoed around the street.

Her voice surprised everyone in the room and they all turned to Kaze. A diamond necklace of tens of millions? The necklace that Kaze gave Darcy? If it was real, who exactly was Kaze Lee? Everyone was shocked, especially Agnes. Her jaw fell on the floor. “Darcy, can I have a look at it?” Rose went over to Darcy. “Sure.” Darcy took the necklace off and gave it to Rose. Agatha asked nervously, “Rose, have you really seen the Goddess’ Heart before? Is this the real thing?”

Zinnia enthusiastically said as she led her outside the party room. Minerva glanced around them and she saw that there were few maids and knights that followed behind them which made her heaved a sigh of relief. She caressed the necklace that hung on her neck. It was the necklace that her father gave her earlier. Inside this necklace was Harika. She didn't know how in the world could Harika become a necklace. Nevertheless, it made her father comforted that even if he wasn't around, Harika would still be around her. Furthermore, it looked like fancy jewelry that the noble ladies would like thus nobody could detect any abnormalities from the necklace that she wore. Her father even said that ev