Agatha Harkness Necklace Novels & Stories

Dapo said and stood up to go. Bisola also stood up. “Thank you Sir and Ma for making this party a comfortable one for me.” “You are welcome my dear, I am glad to see that Lady who make my daughter confidence to shake.” Immediately Madam Agatha removed her own necklace, she handed it over to Bisola. “This is my favorite pendant, I bough it when I was in Australia from one of auction house of the Royal house; but I am too old for the pendant to look gorgeous on me, so I promised to give this out to anyone who impressed me today, and you just did my dear. Not because of my daughter, but because you still managed to survived even after all what life thrown at you, you are indeed a strong woman,

It was a dazzling piece, the gemstone emitting a mesmerizing, ethereal glow as if it held secrets of centuries past. Hera's eyes widened with shock as she uncovered the necklace. It was a piece she hadn't seen in many years, and the sight of it brought a flood of memories rushing back. She delicately lifted the necklace from its resting place, feeling the cool weight of the emerald against her fingertips. It was a family heirloom, a symbol of her lineage's power and prestige. As she held the necklace, her thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired since her return from the forbidden forest. The alliance between vampires and werewolves had become the focal point of her life, and her r

“It’s irreplaceable.” Gabriel nodded and pocketed the necklace. “Very well. I’ll take it to the jewelry maker tonight.” “Good.” As Gabriel left to handle the locket, I found myself wandering aimlessly through the auction displays, my mind spinning. I couldn’t spot Sophia anywhere, as if she had left abruptly after the accident. Finally, I stopped in front of a display of delicate jewelry. Most of it was too flashy for Ella’s tastes, but one piece caught my eye: a simple silver bracelet with a small charm in the shape of a cherry blossom.

"I s... i t... t h i s? I s... t h i s... t h e... n e c k l a c e... t h a t... y o u r... m o t h e r... g a v e .. t o... y o u?" Gallant's eyes fell on the necklace in her hand and a smile appeared on his face. It was that necklace which his mother gave to him on his tenth birthday. The necklace was a simple chain with a hand crafted star shaped diamond in the middle. Gallant took the necklace from her hand and was about to thank her but she turned and left without saying anything. Gallant saw her leaving and then glanced at the necklace in his hand. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Estevan sighed before he put down the necklace on the table. “It's mine,” Amethyst said surprisingly. She quickly stood up and headed to her room to check the necklace that she has. “Fvck,” she cursed and went outside again. “Is it missing?” Gabe asked nonchalantly. “It is,” she replied. Larisa just smirked. “It's because Cassandra probably stole it in order to frame up you.” “That b*tch, that's why she was always here!” Agatha exclaimed madly. “Our men found this where the attack happened,” Larisa mentioned.

Agatha narrowed her eyes and fixed her gaze on her friend. "Find who?" She asked with a gentle tone. "Brian" "You mean he was here?" Agatha asked, opening the locket that was on the gold necklace. There was an inscription in it. She read it and lifted her gaze slowly. Gabrielle was surprised by the sudden change in her look. She frowned and took the necklace from her.

But Aunt Vera reached out to me and pulled me by my hair, holding me down as Jackie took off my necklace and hugged it to her chest, celebrating her victory. “Is that not the Walkers Necklace that has been missing for over twenty years now?” someone asked from behind us, startling us. I guess she was headed to the party when she spotted the necklace. She alerted some guards, and they came over and viewed the necklace, confirming that it belonged to the Walkers, the Alpha’s family heirloom.

I thought he was going off script and was about to say something. But when I saw him unwrapping it, I gasped. It was a necklace. A beautiful one. Clearly crafted by a master jeweler, with delicate silver work that seemed to capture light and throw it back like trapped starlight. The pendant bore Hailey's initials in elegant script, surrounded by stones…… But those stones around it look weird. "Hailey Blackwood," Darrell said formally, and hearing her full name spoken with such pride made my chest swell. "Will you accept this second gift, crafted by our finest artisans and embedded with my wolf's tooth?"

Ailive stopped him before he could leave. “If you are going to get her, take this with you, it will help her remember who she is. It will also help with her blood lust. We found it in the house after the hag took her.” Ailive handed him a necklace. It was on that night he had seen her wearing the night he met her. It never dawned on him that it might be magic. “I will be sure that she gets it,” Ehlark told her as he put the necklace into the pack.

"Come in, Hartley. I am told that I owe you my life. I wanted to offer my gratitude to you." Hartley blushed and cast his eyes to the ground. "'Twas no trouble, my lady. I am glad you are recovering." "I seem to have no memory, except for tiny flashes, but beyond that I feel much better. My shoulder only aches a little." Hartley looked mildly concerned at her words, his brows knitting together. Then he began to fish about his trouser pockets before withdrawing something. It was a beautiful garnet stone surrounded by tiny diamonds. Rather than being affixed to a chain, it was threaded through a black satin ribbon.