Annie Locket Novels & Stories

I say to him, more tears already starting, "I can't open it, I don't dare." "It will be a long night for Ricardo, we can't leave until you do," he smiles. I know I have to suck it up, and biting my lip, I slowly open the box. Inside, on a pink satin lining is a solid gold heart shaped locket, surrounded with lacy gold filigree, with eight small diamonds imbedded in it. I wince, trying so hard to retain control. When my shaking fingers lift it out, I read on the front, "Becky and Rob".

Lila didn't recognize the language at first, but a closer look revealed it to be a dialect of Old English, peppered with unfamiliar phrases. The locket, however, caught her attention immediately. It was oval-shaped, with intricate floral designs etched into its surface. Hesitantly, she opened it. Inside were two tiny portraits, one of a young woman with striking blue eyes and fiery red hair, and the other of a baby, its features too small to discern clearly.

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.

He looked into her eyes and said, “I did wonder why your bottom was sticking up in the air.” “Yes, well, my locket isn't under there,” Anna scowled, not the least bit amused, as she scanned the area where she was standing. “Yes.” She turned her attention to David as she said, “It must have fallen off the table and become lost in the carpet somewhere.” “Be careful where you step because I don't want it broken,” she warned him. “It was a present from Allen on my twenty-first birthday.”

, I said gesturing to my uncle, then grabbing the box, pulling the ribbon free and opening the box. "Anna you broke the wolves, look at their faces. I think I should get a picture and maybe show John later'', Uncle Kylen said, laughing hard making my parents snapped out of whatever world they were in, but what broke me was the locket inside the box. Tt was a gold locket with the same design as my ring and had the same color stones as well. I started to wonder if James had known about the locket when he bought the ring. I opened the locket and saw a picture of a couple smiling happily, I looked at it for some time not realizing that everyone was looking at me.

Soon, they reached a stall that sells lockets and charms and Selene bought a couple lockets and then look at Anastasia. "Anna, will you be my friend? You are the first stranger that I met that didn't disdain me because I don't have a wolf, and you didn't even hesitate to help me out when I was facing Lady Aileen's ridicule, I really appreciate it so much so can you please grant me the honor of becoming your friend?" Anastasia was stunned before she nodded with a bright smile and let the princess wear the locket on her. The locket was brown in color, and it seems to light up upon being placed on her white wrist.

The magic within that locket was immensely powerful, not to be handled by a mere witch. It was the locket of doom, and only the most powerful witch of the century could unlock it on her 25th birthday. The incantations to unlock it were known to all, but anyone other than the chosen one who dared to use it would meet their demise. Everyone stayed away from it.

I tried shoving down the worry that tried to bubble out of my chest and stared down a door. I leaned my forehead against it, unable to tamper down my frustrations. “Stop worrying about that mutt, you goddamn fool,” I said, defeated. The last letter she had sent only spurred me further. The Treasure of Nur, she told me, it would help me. Not you. That’s what Sabrina was looking for. I banged my fist against the wall. It’s all with that other piece of shit. I groaned. I couldn’t even find her after all these years of searching.

"They’re just jealous. Nobody gets a private dinner with Josh Adeyemi unless they’re a 'happening babe' or a 'Big girl'" "It wasn't a dinner, Loveth. It was a... an intervention," I whispered back, my fingers gripping my pen. "Intervention!?" Loveth looked lost. "Intervention of what?" I didn't know if I could trust Loveth. I just kept quiet and tried to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying. But my thoughts were deep. How did the letter appear on my bed without the lock being broken? How did the photo get inside my locker? The metal door was still locked, and only I knew the four-digit code.