Annie Locket Novels & Stories

Once it was clipped, I touched it and smiled. “I'm never taking this off.” The more I stared at the heart-shaped locket, a thought crossed my mind. “How much did you spend on this? Is this real gold?” I saw him scratch his neck with a nervous smile. “Anthony?” “Okay… That's a five thousand karat gold locket.” “Anthony?! That's fucking expensive!” “Did you expect me to buy you a cheap gift?” I glared at him for a second before rolling my eyes. “Well, you're lucky I love it. Thank you anyway.”

Everything was green and quiet except for my ragged breathing. I finally stopped at a stream, my hands on my knees, gasping for air. The locket dangled from my fingers, catching what little light filtered through the canopy. What's happening to me? I asked Luna. She paced in my mind, agitated and excited at the same time. That man spoke truth. I can feel it. This locket... it calls to something in our blood. I held the locket up to examine it closer. The engravings were beautiful, detailed work that must have cost a fortune. When I turned it over, I found a tiny clasp. My fingers fumbled with it until it clicked open.

We need to ask our captain for your audience. " It's fine. Take your time." As she said that he walked inside the shop . " Your majesty , you didn't clarifed my doubt." She smiled and rolled her eyes Annie and said... " Its the power of trust piece contract and this locket is the access for that contract!!" She smirked.

Of course it was a natural reaction given how nervous Nancy looked before she gave the locket. Nancy broke out in cold sweat and Autumn could not understand why. "This is a very special locket. It belongs to a child, thriteen to furteen years old I think, her name is Perry. I promised your brother that if I found you, I will give this to you, it was important that Donald doesn't get his hands on this locket is what he told me." Even after handing the pendant to Autumn, Nancy was still anxious, Autumn wondered how important the locket was to make Nancy this worked up. Autumn held it in her hand and smiled. "A lot of people there owe him for helping us escape, but he always chose to remain, we

Garaine pouted, pulling the hem of the sleeves of the jacket. "Sorry? Are you talking about sorry?" Lucia yelled. "What if that stranger were really a bad person and did something terrible to you? Have you really lost your mind? And how could you even forget that the locket has a tracker? We put on the matching lockets with trackers on it so that we can know about each other's whereabouts even if we aren't together."

Dangling from it was a delicate locket. It was the locket Quentin had promised me. A simple star-shaped locket. "You mean this one?" she asked sweetly. "Quentin gave it to me as an anklet. Pretty, isn't it?" Her smug smile blurred at the edges as my vision wavered. My baby was gone. My husband didn't love me. All I wanted was a locket. Just a small blessing I could bury with my baby who never had the chance to be born… Just that. Only that…

And that’s when I felt it. A hard, sharp structure pressing back through the fabric. Not flesh. Not bone. Metal. I froze. My hand lingered, palm curving instinctively around it. My heart stuttered. My gut twisted. Slowly, I pressed firmer, shaping the outline with my touch. Cold realisation flooded me. A locket. My locket. The one I’d been searching for all day. The one Jimmie had looked me in the eye this morning and said he hadn’t seen. The one he promised to help me look for.

I whispered in a tear-choked voice. "In not a white wolf Athena, and you know that. I'm a type of greyhound wolf. We might be fast and our sight keen and we might be strong but the white wolves are stronger. You are royalty and I cannot take from you what isn't mine " she said which confused me a bit "What do you mean?" I asked confused. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a diamond locket. It was a white crystal. "Is that...is that a moonstone?" I asked surprised to see one. I had only ever heard of them

What I found inside took my breath away. There, nestled in the box, was a gold necklace. It looked like a locket, and it was my absolute favorite. I had always talked about wanting a gold locket when I was younger. My fingers trembled as I gently pulled the delicate chain out of the box. The locket was stunning—its shine was dazzling! It wasn’t the dark gold I didn’t like but a beautiful, lighter 14k gold that I adored. The length was perfect, and hanging at the bottom was a small gold locket charm, about the size of a quarter. The charm featured a beautiful design with a detailed pattern and a charming anchor at its heart. A small, vibrant green stone added a touch of color. It was a piece