Bellatrix Lestrange Necklace Novels & Stories

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

His eyes narrowed with dangerous calmness. Letty stepped closer, staring at the blue gemstone. "Isn't that from—" "Letitia." Gabriel said it calmly. But his voice alone was enough to freeze the entire courtyard. Letty swallowed hard. "...very beautiful." She awkwardly finished her sentence with a nervous laugh. Meanwhile, Iris... Didn't notice the strange tension between them. She simply touched the necklace lightly. "His Majesty gave it to me." Several maids gasped in shock from afar. As for Letty...

The Hollow Crown ~Lea's POV~ The doors of the master bedroom click shut, sealing me inside a quiet, suffocating luxury. I stand in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. I am draped in a custom Vera Wang gown that costs more than most people make in a decade. Resting heavily against my collarbone is the Jackson family heirloom—a flawless, teardrop diamond necklace. It is the exact same necklace Alexander gave his real wife on their first anniversary.

He was looking if Ophelia is actually telling the truth and not just being petty to insult Wren but he was left stunned. When the video ended, Alexander's voice was low but firm. “This necklace…it’s from the Velouré Noire collection. Only three pieces were made in the world.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Wren, whose face had turned ghostly pale. “Each piece is tracked and registered. It’s not something you can just buy at a boutique or casually pass on like it’s costume jewelry.” Hannah blinked. “Wait…how do you know that?” she asked curiously.

I walked closer to her, hiding the necklace behind me. “How do I look?” She giggled. “Enchanting.” I smiled. “Ta-da!” I showed the necklace to her. “My goodness!” She gasped. “Is this not the famous Lumière Èternelle that the heiress to the Rossini fashion empire and celebrated style icon has in her collections?”

Elena’s Point Of View Lexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily. "Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked. I flipped open the box. Inside was a silver necklace, delicate and elegant, with a pendant shaped like a middle finger. I burst out laughing. "Lexy! What the hell?"

Beneath the shattered glass, the phone continued to stream the live feed. Braxton leaned forward, pinning the woman in his arms against the couch. "You only want me? Then what about this? Do you want this?" He raised his hand, letting a necklace dangle from his fingers. Tamara's eyes widened. Braxton had given her an identical necklace before. But he had clearly told her that it was a one-of-a-kind piece, the only one in the world.

He was everywhere and nowhere at once. On the fourth day, I finished my work at the pack house and walked through the common lounge toward the exit. A group of mid-ranking pack members lounged on the sofas, phones in hand, voices low but not low enough. “Do you see Scarlett’s post? Look at that necklace—pure platinum with that sapphire. She’s wearing it everywhere now.” Another voice laughed. “Yeah, and that hand in the background? That’s definitely Alpha Alexander’s watch. Same black leather strap.”

As if she felt the tension in the room and mirrored it. Isla looked down at the girl, her skin faintly flushed, her breath steady but deeper now. She adjusted the blanket and paused. A pendant lay against Ember’s collarbone—obsidian, etched with a delicate flame motif. Isla leaned closer. It shimmered faintly, like it held heat of its own. “She’s wearing a necklace,” Isla murmured. Kael’s gaze sharpened. “It was her mother’s.” Isla touched the edge of the blanket, careful not to disturb it. “It’s beautiful.”

the grand duke reassured Elen, taking her hand and fastening the necklace around her neck. Elen examined the necklace carefully. The pendant, in the shape of a teardrop, was made of high-quality diamond, and she could feel the power emanating from it. It was simple yet elegant, and the weight of the pendant brought her a sense of comfort as she grasped it, finding relief in the protection it seemed to promise. "Thank you, Grand Duke. This means a lot to me," Elen expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with relief as she felt the comforting weight of the necklace.