Annie Locket Novels & Stories

"If they stop reading, that's their first defeat." "That's not fair." Elvin smiled. "You suggested it. Let's play. After all, you have nothing to do, and neither do I. Besides, even though I hate to say it, this lockdown would soon be over, and I need to have a memorable moment of these last days spent with you. I need to see you beg. Well, just as you would soon have me beg." Eve didn't want to call off the lockdown. It could expose who she was to Elvin. But she had to because even though she had achieved the purpose of the lockdown, she was now playing with Ann.

As I waited for my cup to fill, voices drifted from around the corridor. “I nearly laughed out loud,” one woman was saying, her voice sharp with amusement. “Mr. Lockhart sat there like a statue while Ms. Chun tried really tried to convince everyone they’re in love. She was honestly pathetic.” A second voice chimed in with a giggle. “I almost pitied her.” “Same,” the first one said with a snort. “Did you see that monstrosity on her finger?” “Who didn’t? That diamond’s so big, I’m sure it’s physically painful to wear.”

“Did you know about this too?” Noah cleared his throat before awkwardly nodding. “S-Sorry.” “D-Don’t apologize…” Bernard said, picking up the locket again. There was no use in getting angry at them for doing something they thought was right. Especially since it was nearly impossible to find something out of this small locket. There was no signature of the smith who made it, and he doubted anything would be written on the back of the photograph.

"Did you really think that you were some sort of archeologist? Were you imagining what it would be like to be the billionaire's wife? "By the way, don't you think it's a coincidence? My little cousin, Jack Harthrow, is Mr. Kingston's driver, and he told me that Mrs. Kingston always wears a special gold locket because that was Mr. Kingston's engagement gift to her, and he'd spent a fortune on it at the auction." Janice suddenly stopped and yanked me by my collar. "So why do you also have a gold locket around your neck?" The villagers immediately fell into stunned silence.

"She gave this to me the first day that I asked her out on a date. It was to one of the towns festivals." The Lycan King stretched his hands to me and, hesitantly, I reached for the locket in his hands. I placed it on my saddle and opened the locket and in it was a small picture; one of Ryder in his young age and another, a very beautiful young girl.

The soft morning light filtered through the window as Olivia sat on her bed, staring at the old locket in her hand. She had found it a week ago in a dusty box at the back of a storage closet in the house where she now lived. The intricate details of the locket had stirred something deep inside her a faint flicker of memories she couldn't yet place. That flicker had turned into a roaring flame over the following days. Fragmented images from her past resurfaced: a family laughing

"Then will you like to have it??Mrs Dalton asked "Am sorry ma but what's the point of you giving me when I won't wear it" Darcie said "And why won't you wear it?? "Because I already have a locket"Darcie said while showing her the locket around her neck "its a gift from someone dear to me and I promise never to remove it" Darcie said "Wow but actually this gold necklace is mine and was found in a small bag which I believe must be yours"Mrs Dalton said while showing her the necklace again and her bag

The lily mark aligned with the locket between her collarbones. "Your grandmother's locket. I have worn it for three hundred years. Inside, there was only a dried flower." He withdrew his hand. He pressed it to his own chest. "Now you are inside it. Aurora gave her lily of the valley to this locket. You gave your lily of the valley to my palm. One chain is not enough."

Claire held her breath as Ethan lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside was a small, delicate pendant—a heart-shaped locket made of silver, with a deep red stone set in the center. The locket was old, its surface slightly worn, but still beautiful. It was clearly well-loved, well-worn, and yet it retained a certain elegance that spoke of a time long past.

I whimper and stick my bottom lip out in a pout. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later. Maybe even more than once.” “You better.” “I have something for you,” he pulls out an oval-shaped locket. “It’s nothing big. Will you turn around please?” I do as he asks, fighting the tears burning my eyes. He clasps the cold metal around my neck. My thumb runs over the front of the locket, finding the indent of an engraved moon.