Bluebird Antiques Novels & Stories

Waine jabbed his foot at Zayn’s before turning to Blaze, “Mr. Hunt, please don’t be angered by his puerile actions. You mentioned that it was a ‘priceless antique?” “Oh, yes. Yes, indeed,” Blaze said as he brought himself back into their previous conversation. “Ahem, Mr. Carter? This is truly a Magpie’s Treasure Nest! Look at the material it’s carved from, the colors, the unbelievably pristine condition—its value on the market would be incredible! Mr. Carter, I wonder if you would consider parting with this treasure and selling it to me?” Waine inhaled sharply. His heart—previously cold with despair—had warmed again!

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

“What’s in it? Come on, give me a hint, just one!” “Patience, Manolya!” His eyes twinkled, promising secrets as he tapped the wheel, rain drumming outside. “Good things come to those who wait. Trust me on this.” We pulled up to his shop with a sharp whoosh, tires crunching on the wet gravel lot, rain pelting the roof. “Eren Antiques” swayed above the door, the blue, black and white Nazar boncuğu (Evil eye charm) glinting through the downpour.

“What would you order?” Suddenly, Blue averted her gaze. Pressed on regardless. “I’d order two coffees and a cheese and tomato sandwich—a mocha have-here and a takeaway long black,” Blue took pause. As she did, she scanned the crowd of those who had since begun to queue. Wondered how many suffered the same silent fate as she. Somehow, felt no sympathy for those who did. There were worse fates, she was rather aware. Yet her self-sympathy somehow lingered. “The mocha and sandwich would keep me full until lunch. I’d save the black for mid-afternoon when I get hungry again,”

“I’m prepared to be the new resident bad girl who leads this sleepy Wyoming town into the temptations of body art.” Macie filled India in her tentative plans for the restaurant while AJ explored the space, which’d been a hair salon in a former life. A couple other eclectic businesses had tried to make a go of it, but none succeeded. “Only half is for tattoos and piercing. We’ll use the front half as a salesroom for the products my sister manufactures.” “What’s she make?” “Natural skin and hair care products made in Weston County. Ever heard of Sky Blue?” “I have,” AJ said. “But you can’t find it here. You have to drive to DeWitt’s Pharmacy in Moorcroft to get it.”

Adrian spoke calmly, but the men wordlessly glanced at each other. They felt that Adrian was trying to fool them. The well-preserved items were all ancient antiques from a distant historical era. They wanted to sell them in Obscura because they weren't satisfied with the prices they could get in Silverboa. In total, there were thirteen items, and they felt they should fetch at least one hundred million spirit crystals. And anyone who could produce one hundred million spirit crystals wouldn't possibly be traveling in the lower-class cabins like they were. In their opinion, other than themselves who hid their identities for convenience, those traveling in the lower-class cabins were all poor.

"This is definitely another Blood Phoenix Miracle. In both the collector's and antique markets, this agate would easily fetch over 100 million!" The crowd, which had been cheering for Aspen moments ago, fell dead silent at Elsie's announcement. Then, the room erupted with wild discussions and incredulous shouts. "The Blood Phoenix Miracle? I'm Harrison Blake, a private collector, and I'm offering 200 million!" one voice called out. Another bid came from Blumedale Antiquities. "300 million, Mr. Lloyd, and we'll make you our Vice Chairman!" The scene became chaotic as countless collectors, experts, and enthusiasts rushed toward Andrew. Even elderly connoisseurs were pushing through the crowd w

he explained. "Wow Dylan. It's really beautiful here. Your godmother must love antiques because this place is filled with them" Blair complimented. "She does actually, some of the antiques have been here for a while. And then she added a few more. This place is really popular and more beautiful at night. Maybe we can have dinner here sometime but then you wouldn't be able to meet her" he explained. "What do you mean meet her?" Blair asked. "My godmother," he smiled.

So, Blair even prepared a gift that money could not buy. That afternoon, Mable went with Blair to the mall. Coincidentally, they ran into Anthony at an antique shop. The owner of the antique shop was a famous collector. He established the shop to pursue his passion and not for money. Two weeks ago, an antique glazed bowl caught Anthony’s eye at the shop. It took some convincing before the owner was willing to sell it to him. He came today to pick up the goods. Anthony was going to leave after collection when he saw Mable and Blair entering the shop hand-in-hand. He was dumbfounded to find them talking and laughing with each other.