Annie Locket Novels & Stories

After a beat, he said, "If you're willing to spend a bit more, I can show you one of our most exotic designs?" Trinity nodded at him. "Money is not a problem. I want the best for him." The man nodded at her with a smile. Clearly, he knew who she was and could afford it for the thing he showed her next was pretty much the most expensive thing in the shop. And Trinity liked it at once. The locket was a small one, shaped like a star, hanging from a platinum chain. The thing unique about it was that the locket had a piece of a meteorite embedded into it, or at least that was what the salesman told her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. They have already taken collateral.” At that, he reached into his coat and pulled something from the inside pocket, tossing it onto the table. It landed with a soft clink, falling open. A locket. My chest tightened as I stared at the necklace. The rose engraved into one side was unmistakable, the cameo of a woman’s profile on the other even more so. I knew this locket. It was Serena’s. She had written about it in one of her letters. It was a birthday gift from her mother.

The locket itself bore intricate etchings—tiny curling vines and faded runes that hinted at craftsmanship long forgotten, almost elven in their delicacy. "I swear, your locket looks like a rabbit—or maybe a teacup. I might have to call the preservation board," Reina muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Or worse, the fashion police." Suddenly she leaned forward, intrigued in spite of herself. “That is—” she took it from Elowen’s outstretched hand, pinching it between two fingers like it might bite. “—well....it’s definitely old. I mean, antique is such a nice word for something that probably saw the Black Plague and decided to stay.”

The silence stretched, heavy with decades of unsaid truths. Finally, Grace reached into her leather handbag. "I've kept this hidden for twenty-four years." She carefully removed a tiny, tarnished silver locket. Its delicate chain had become worn and thin with age. "I promised I'd never let anyone see it." Lorrie frowned, watching her hands. "What is it?" Grace gently clicked the locket open. Inside was a tiny, faded photograph of a newborn baby wrapped tightly in a white blanket. Around the baby's minuscule wrist was a delicate bracelet engraved with a single word: *Aurora*.

, she gave Aurora a locket. Aurora narrowed her eyes when she saw the locket. Was that her father's golden locket? Aurora's hands were shaking as she looked closely at the locket. It was indeed her father's locket. It has the family's carving on it. The carving was a "P" shaped like a snake. She opened the locket and saw their family's portrait. It was indeed her father's locket but how did this strange woman get hold of it? Did her father really give her?

The weight of the locket around her neck felt like a symbol of acceptance and love, bridging past and present, weaving together the threads of family ties and shared dreams. In that quiet moment, as the locket rested against Venya's chest, she felt a sense of completeness, a recognition of her place in Nand's heart and in the tapestry of their intertwined lives. The golden locket adorned with a rare blue diamond, resembling glistening water droplets captured in time, held a captivating allure that transcended mere material beauty. Its intricate design seemed to whisper secrets of forgotten tales and untold journeys, each facet of the gem reflecting a myriad of emotions.

“Should’ve thought of that earlier. She took the scissors to the dress and cut started to cut it, cutting right down the middle, leaving the garment irreparable. She then did the same to the bikini top and bottoms, exposing me and my locket. “Ooo what is this,” she asked grabbing ahold of my locket and tearing it from my neck. “No, give that back… please,” I begged. “It’s the only thing I have left of my family.” “Annie,” Beatrice said, looking at the nasally one, “Maybe we should leave the locket.” “Beatrice don’t go soft on me now.” Annie sneered. “Don’t you know how much a gold locket would fetch us at the market. We need to plan for our future.”

"I have a crescent-shaped scar on my left ankle. I got it when I was five, from a kite string. "And I have a protection locket around my neck. The back is engraved with the words Moonlight Shines on Every Home. There's a hidden latch inside, and it opens to a family photo." The guards froze. Claire spun around, her face deathly pale. "That's impossible…" Gavin muttered. "Those details were never made public." "She's lying!" Lucy shrieked hysterically and yanked a necklace from beneath her collar. "My locket is right here!" Every eye in the auditorium locked onto the small gold pendant.

He then places the cutest necklace I've ever seen, around my neck and when I look down on it, I realize that this is not just a simple necklace that you can get at a cheap jewellery store. "Turn around," he says again and I turn to face him, his blue eyes glitter as he smiles. "It looks perfect on you." "Thank you, sweetheart. It looks so beautiful and shiny. It must have cost you a fortune!" I gasp while holding the little locket between my thumb and forefinger. "I love it!" My eyes are getting watery and I try to keep the tears from falling. "I'm glad you love it. It's a fourteen carat gold vermeil engraved initial locket. Look closely at the writings at the front," he says and I glance at

The room fell silent. “Grandma?” Greta knelt in front of her and opened the box. Inside, on soft velvet, lay a delicate silver locket. Intricate and beautiful. The front was engraved with a tiny wolf howling at a crescent moon. When Lily opened it, she saw a picture of Greta holding her on one side, and the other side was empty. “We both don’t have your mother…” Greta’s voice quivered with emotion. Lily stared at the locket.