Annie Locket Novels & Stories

It was a stainless steel big masculine locket with a message on it, ‘My daughter is my missing piece Daddy’s sweetheart’ On a closer look, the last two words were written on a puzzle piece shape designed with a few small diamonds. She found it interesting, so she took out the necklace and kept the box inside the bag. She got startled when the puzzle part on the locket got separated, “Oh! Wow, so this small one is for me and this big locket is for Dad, this is amazing!” She thanked Prof. Song with a beaming face.

When the auctioneer introduced a heart-shaped locket from the 11th century, he immediately placed an astounding bid of five million dollars, stunning even the auctioneer. Eugene slowly stood to his feet, then turned to the crowd. "This heart-shaped locket is a present for my wife," he announced before puffing out his chest and following a staff member to the side to make payment. Then, after he received the item, he walked up to Jacklyn. He extended the locket out to her and looked lovingly into her eyes as he said, "Honey, I'll love you forever and always." Jacklyn resisted the urge to gag. She stood up and pretended to be very moved as she accepted the locket, saying, "Thank you, Gene. But

It was about time they paired up after both being mate-less for years. "This is from your parents. You're eighteen now." She says with a soft smile as I look down once again at the box. I was scared to open it, but I couldn’t help lifting the lid with trembling fingers. Inside is a beautiful diamond and white gold locket in the shape of a pawprint, the diamond the shape of a wolf. Next to it is a pair of stud earrings also in the shape of a wolf as well as a card that looked a little old from the years of being kept away for so long. Our dear Amberle,

I offered her the sandwich, and she started nibbling at it. “The front part of your car was completely damaged, and so it might take some time to get it repaired. Meanwhile, you might have to use another car of yours. But as I handed it over to the mechanic, they professionally inspected it for any items that might have been left out in the car, and they came across this locket. Can you just identify them, Anne? It doesn’t seem to be yours, as you never wear a locket.” She asked. I took the locket from her hands and was astonished when I opened it. I could see the image of Ben alongside an elderly lady on that locket.

"Prep the car. I'm going back tonight. I want extra heat in the trunk. And call Lucien and Dante—this will be bloody." Lucas nodded and slipped away. Aria turned back to Noel. "Before I forget…while you were gone, a woman came looking for you." Noel’s brows furrowed. "Who?" "She didn’t say her name. Elegant. Scary. Real powerful vibe. Left this." She pulled a small silver locket from her purse and placed it in Noel’s palm. He stared at it. It was worn. Familiar. His hands trembled slightly. Nico touched his arm. "You okay?"

Ryan frowned. “By what two years or something?” Asrar chuckled. Ryan joined him. He really did know its been so long. He probably should find that out though. He knew he had to have an old care card somewhere. They carefully wrapped themselves around there girls as they peaked over there shoulders as to what they where looking at. Rosalie jumped a little but instantly relaxed into his embrace. He fingers where gently playing with the moon. Avalon did find something and Ryan almost laughed. He couldn’t believe at all the beautiful jewelry she found this beautiful silver locket. The designs in the front where almost like lace work. She loved it causing Ryan to buy it no questions asked. “We a

I shrugged my depressing thoughts and looked ahead only to witness Tara and Evans holding each other's hands and strolling down the aisle looking for a gift for each other. The love! I smiled and looked down at Kia who was again whispering something in Aiden's ear. What's with these two? I walked to a jewellery shop nearby where I thought I might find something nice for her. However, all the jewellery in the store was ridiculously expensive. I couldn't find anything that was cheap enough. I was about to leave the shop when my eyes caught a locket. It was simple but beautiful, to say the least. It looked like a locket from the 1950s but the way it was made, I doubted it was from so long ago.

"A focus object, something that carries a strong emotional connection to the subject. Blood would be traditional, but Eleanor suggests that items touched during moments of profound emotion can serve the same purpose." Her fingers moved instinctively to the simple silver locket hanging around her neck, a piece of jewelry she had worn since childhood that contained a pressed flower from her grandmother's garden in Boston. It wasn't connected to Damien, but it carried decades of her own emotional history, every moment of longing for something beyond the narrow confines of her spinster existence. "This might work," she said, lifting the locket with trembling hands. "It represents everything I wa

The last gift she bestowed before being claimed by an unforgiving fate, this treasure had weathered the storms, both literal and metaphorical, of my life. I let my fingers trace the intricate patterns on the locket's surface, a dance of memory and longing. I remembered the day I thought I lost it in the river, the torrent threatening to carry away not just a piece of jewelry, but a piece of my mother's memory. It was Maggie who handed it back to me. That moment etched in my mind, I decided to stop wearing it daily, to shield it from potential loss.

[Cordelia] It is light, barely more than tape and paper. Carefully I peel back the simple brown paper to reveal a box with the logo of a local jeweler. I double-check for a card to see if this package is from someone else because my anonymous present sender has never sent me anything expensive. Inside the larger box is a smaller green velvet box. Inside is a silver locket on a long silver chain. It is an elegant piece, simple and warms to my touch as I pull it out of the box.