Bellatrix Lestrange Necklace Novels & Stories

Bree was always watching, always waiting for a chance to strike. “I’ll leave now,” Leanda bowed and turned to leave. Her heart sank as Bree grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She couldn't believe what was happening, she thought she had done everything Bree asked her to do. But as Bree frantically searched for her necklace, Leanda knew that this was going to be bad. "Where is it? I know I had it with me! Where is my golden necklace!” Bree shouted, throwing clothes and items off of her vanity in a fit of rage.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Lucas moved closer. His attention never left the wolves surrounding the clearing. "Can the necklace be opened?" The question instantly shifted everyone's focus. Scarlett lowered her gaze toward the pendant. It looked exactly as it always had. A simple silver crescent hanging from a chain. Nothing unusual. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing that suggested it contained secrets worth killing for. Yet Elena had been anything but ordinary. If she had hidden something inside it, she would have done so carefully. The silver-haired woman extended her hand. "May I?"

Sensing my eyes on him, Alex looks up, catches my intense stare, and playfully winks at me, a silent understanding passing between us. The spell of our quiet moment is broken as the tension in the center of the room spikes. With shaking fingers, Beth reaches into the collar of her shirt and pulls out a delicate, hidden chain. Hanging from the end of it is a beautiful, antique necklace—crafted into the exact same intricate shape of the golden leaf pulsing on Aiden's throat. ”This…” she continues. "She left me this necklace. She said it was proof of our bloodline, but I always thought it was just a fairy tale.”

Inside was an intricate rose gold necklace. “It’s very beautiful. Thank you,” I said, admiring it. The light hit it in a unique way. It was like the light reflected off each pore of it. It felt like there was an undercurrent passing through it, but I was probably just imagining it. “How did you get your hands on a Delzet?” Bellamy asked his father curiously. “What’s a Delzet?” I asked, looking at the necklace carefully. There was no denying its beauty, but Bellamy’s curiosity gave me pause. I looked up at Bellamy whose eyes were fixed on the necklace.

that left the hallway clear. ​We reached the central chamber, and my breath hitched. There, strapped to a high-backed chair in the center of a circle of laser grids, was Betty. She looked ghastly in the flickering fluorescent light, her makeup smeared and her fur coat torn. ​But around her neck, glowing like a cursed star, was the gold filigree necklace. The key to the five hundred million. ​"Leona!" she shrieked the moment she saw us. "You came! I knew you wouldn't let your own mother die in this hole!"

I held my face tenderly, hunched over the sink. Bella pulled me up by my hair and grabbed my face roughly. “Don’t even try lying to me. I know when someone is trying to get in my way.” As she looked me up and down, her eyes landed on the star-shaped pendant necklace around my neck. “That necklace…” She whispered, momentarily stunned by the sight of the large diamond. “Wait… isn’t that the limited edition piece by Nalu, where there’s only five made worldwide?? Bella, isn’t that your favorite designer??” A girl with a high pitched voice and an even higher ponytail blurted out.

"I was just checking on Isabella. She wasn't feeling well." I didn’t say a word. My gaze swept over Isabella and landed on the necklace around her throat. It was the Versta family heirloom, a ruby necklace that only the Prince's official mate was worthy of wearing. I'd never once worn it in my past life. Isabella noticed my stare and touched her neck, her expression all innocence. "Oh, this… I just thought it was pretty and wanted to try it on. I'll take it off right now." She made a slow, deliberate show of reaching for the clasp, her eyes fixed on Mortlock.

"Wowzer! Baby, this ... this is so pretty!" Stella exclaimed with a happy face. She took out a luxurious and beautiful diamond necklace from the red box. Her heart is happy. So happy that shed tears of joy. "I'll help you put it on, Honey." Lexus grabbed the necklace from Stella's trembling hands. He smiled, showing a row of white and neat teeth. Lexus stood behind Stella. His hands quickly hooked the necklace around his wife's long neck. "Do you like it, Baby? This necklace has the initial L which goes with our name, Honey."

The necklace’s design is inspired by the night sky of Vereluxe, with the sapphire centerpiece reflecting an ethereal glow, rumored to be blessed by a centuries-old dynasty. Indeed, it was the real one, but who would dare to have bought that very necklace that was marked ‘not for sale’? Definitely not this poor Adrian, they thought. Before the blink of an eye, Adrian grabbed the box from her. “Of course it’s the real necklace from the Xanders Museum. I wanted to gift it to Lyra for her birthday—but not anymore, since we’re now divorced,” Adrian spoke in a chill tone that sent a wave of guilt through Lyra’s heart.