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That made me smile. As an official christmas gift from Antonio I got a necklace, ring and earrings specially made for me. They were beautiful but their beauty is not the most important. They have a tracking device inside if I should somehow end up missing, or worse, abducted. They were made of titanium with a beautiful sapphire shaped like a teardrop. Antonio got an expensive notebook bound in leather and a high-end pen from me.

"Where’s the book?" He was already holding it, and he passed it to me without a word. The moment it touched my hands, a warmth bloomed in my palms, like the book recognized me. Welcomed me. Zerina? "It knows you," she whispered in my mind. "It’s ready." I ran my fingers over the spine, noting the gemstones embedded in the aged leather. Then my gaze landed on the clasp—a large, oval garnet held in a silver setting, attached to a leather strap that wrapped around the book.

She cooed, retracting the onyx choker from inside the box. It was a custom-made choker from New Zealand with the inscription; JRL, Jocelyn’s new initials, artfully inscribed on it. “I'm glad you like it, my love,” I replied, lowering my gaze to her lips then leaning in to kiss her. After we disengaged from the kiss, she resumed the unboxing, bringing out a black leather mixed with pure gold harness, a frown etched into her face. “What is this?” She asked, and my heart warmed at her innocence.

I try to hold down my feelings as I remember Kiara’s voice asking me to be more gentle with people. “Look around, young lad; pick something nice for your lady,” Jerome says, and I force a smile, looking around the store, which has cases lined with plush, dark velvet, showcasing a carefully curated collection of sparkling jewels. Ranging from diamond rings, necklaces, and bracelets that sit perfectly on the ring cushion. I walk around, staring at the rings, but none catches my attention. They are all beautiful, but I want something different and not very common. After I have gone around the cases, I shake my head.

Conor picked out several books of his own, but I hadn’t seen what they were about. Bart and Joanne were waiting for us at the now half-full wagon. They looked pleased with their acquisitions. We walked through the empty market until Joanne squealed, “This one!” She grabbed my hand and dragged me into a jewelry shop. I don’t know if this is a good idea Joanne… “Look Karen! This ring is so pretty!” She said pointing at a silver ring with several green stones surrounding an iridescent looking black stone. “That’s a black opal! I’ve always wanted one!”

The center of the thick book was cut away to form a hidden compartment, lined in black velvet. Nestled inside wasn't a check. It was diamonds. A choker. It's not delicate or a necklace. It's thick and strong, and very beautiful. It has one smooth line of perfect round diamonds in white gold. It didn't look like jewelry you wore to a gala. It looked like a collar made of starlight. Heat flooded between my legs before I could stop it. Shame followed immediately after. He was collaring me. Like a pet. Like property. And my body was already wet from the thought.

I designed barefoot, hair in a messy bun, hands permanently stained with graphite and metal dust. Each piece was a confession. A scream. A prayer. “I want a ring that looks like it’s biting back,” I told Kai one night. “Define biting,” he said dryly. “Dangerous. Protective. Obsessive.” He smirked. “Ah. Trauma jewelry.” “Exactly.” Aria nearly dropped her gemstone tray laughing. But when Kai handed me the first prototype—blackened gold spiraling around itself like a coiled predator, edges jagged, interior smooth—I almost cried.

She took Keithia out and asked, “Do you want anything like jewelry or something gaming items or anything” “Jewellery?” Keithia asked in confusion “Hmm, would you like to wear something? Come on? We will buy some neckless for you” Like this, Ophelia dragged Keithia to the jewelry shop on the third floor. She bought a single-chain platinum necklace with a small eye drop in red-colored small diamond in pendant, which suits her hair and brings the beauty even more enchanting. After coming out of a famous jewelry shop, Ophelia asked Keithia,

the seller apologized. Mikhail shoved his hand inside his pockets and clenched his fists. It is true that he’s not Agatha’s boyfriend anymore, but the truth was painful. “But if you have a special person in your life, you can give one pair of the keychains.” “Is there anything special about these?” Agatha tossed a question. “Those keychains were made from Jade. It will keep your love ones safe.” “Like a lucky charm?” Agatha asked again. “Yes, like that.”

said Nathan. "Yes. What's wrong?" Chelsea narrowed her eyes, asking indifferently. "Her friend spent more than 5 million dollars to buy a bracelet in the store. Do you know about it?" "Yes," Chelsea said, "Ms. Booker has good taste. I heard that the bracelet is the treasure of their store." Nathan was silent for a moment. "Ms. Booker doesn't want this bracelet now, but she can't refund it. I heard that the store belongs to Mr. Caldwell. Since Mr. Caldwell is Russell's friend, can you ask him if this bracelet can be refunded?"