Bluebird Antiques Novels & Stories

Marian had spun on her heel, they had reached the borderland between the infants and tweens clothing, a tauntingly wide aisle. “But not yet?” “Blue…” “He’s not as awful as you think,” “You may have been too young to remember how serious his arrest was, but I wasn’t.” Blue turned on her heel, leaving her mother standing on the cusp of childhood purgatory. She returned to the male infant clothing. “Blue…” “I’m not mad,” She glanced to her mother, retrieving the same train sweater in a powder yellow. She quite liked the red and dandelion together. Wished she could find one in her size. Snorted quietly at the thought. “I get it.”

(Alison P.O.V) As Ethan led us down the bustling road, I marveled at the array of shops selling various antiques. The scene was vibrant, with the vendors' shouts mingling with the chatter of customers. Some vendors were hawking their wares loudly to attract attention, while others were engrossed in conversations with potential buyers. The shops displayed an eclectic mix of treasures from bygone eras: grand old standing clocks reminiscent of our grandparents' time, vintage telephones, and myriad other antiques.

Sapphire gave me her card before patting my shoulders. "You look dashing in that dress, it reminds me of Hazel." She said on a final note before leaving. My eyes were on the business card. "CEO of Blue's secret." I read out from the card then my eyes went wide. Blue's Secret was one of the best accessories designer companies. "Sapphire Holmes," I repeated the name wanting to mark it to my memory. Maybe it will come to good use once I join the fashion industry. I plan on fulfilling my lifelong dream of being a jeweller like my mother.

He brought the pendant closer, his thumb tracing each engraved letter as if reading Braille, as if absorbing the vow through his skin. “The silk,” Anton said, his voice rough with emotion, “is lapis lazuli. For truth. For the deep, unchanging blue of the sky after a storm. For the night on the beach in Geneva.” He reached out, his fingertip hovering just above the dark stone. “The steel is from the fuselage of the jet that took us to the island. The one that gave us our first sanctuary.” His finger moved to the metal band. “Rico helped me… acquire a piece. I had it reforged.”

But to her, it was priceless. Finally, the auctioneer called the name she’d been dreading. “Lot 12: 432 Sycamore Street—Bluebird Café.” Sage stood up before she could stop herself. “I object!” The word burst from her mouth like a cannon blast. The room turned in unison, a hundred pairs of eyes locking onto her. At the front, Damian Cross raised a single brow, unimpressed. The auctioneer blinked at her. “Miss, this is a legal foreclosure auction. You can’t ‘object.’”

A faded red sign hung at the entrance, bearing the words 'Ashen Antiques,' giving it a somewhat reliable appearance. The shop was small, only about twenty square meters. Several glass display cases lined the walls, containing what looked like jade and small bronze items. Behind the counter, a middle-aged man in a black suit with a goatee was bent over, polishing a porcelain vase with a cloth. He must be the Angelo Boyle Byron had mentioned. Amelia adjusted her expression, her voice calm, and entered the shop pretending to be a young buyer who knew little about antiques but was very curious.

Frost asked, mocking Darick. “Let him finish,” Gael groaned in displeased. “She let someone made it as a tribute to her son Alexie, and now is displayed at the Museum of Virginia or maybe someone had destroyed it.” Darick shrugged. "Whatever." “And?” Iris asked. “This.” Darick opened the silverwork and showed the rectangular-shaped blue stone in his palm. “That’s it?” I asked. “There is something more.” The excitement in his voice was palpable. “Cut the crap. Tell us what’s so important in that pendant, small D,” Frost snickered.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ I'm almost drowning in a sea of bags. Blake didn't stop at buying stuff at the beach shop. We've gone to at least five more shops. And now he's got me stopped in front of a jewelry store. It doesn't look like a chain store. It's like a quaint, fancy looking, mom and pop shop. Soft blue and white radiate from the walls, making the deep blue velvet that lines the displays pop.

“I have about a hundred and fifty million here.” Harvey nodded. “Alright. Well then, are Flynn’s Antiques selling their wares?”