Descendants Pocket Watch Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eldred Dereon said proudly and gestured to the left-hand side of the hall, clapping lightly. Where Elizabeth stood, she couldn’t make out August Dereon’s face as he had his back to her, but noted that his posture seemed familiar. Then, as he reaches his hand out for Emily to take, his suit sleeve slides up and she spies a $1.5 million Audemars-Piguet watch.

I gave you everything I had last time" my father countered. -"Then we'll take what we can find. Search the whole house!" ordered the other. -"No! No you can't do this! What a scandal! Please! Do not search the house!" my father pleaded. -"We can not return empty-handed to our master" the other man explained. -"Here! Take my pendant watch. It's an heirloom. It costs a fortune" my father said taking the watch out of his inside vest pocket and offering it to them. The taller one grabbed it greedily and after examining it for a few seconds said:

voice serious. "I've received word from the moon goddess herself. She has chosen one of us to be her descendant." The pack falls silent, their eyes widening in shock and awe. Andrea can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knows how important this is, how much it means to all of them. "Who?" someone asks eagerly. Tyler smiles. "Andrea. The moon goddess has chosen Andrea to be her descendant." Andrea can feel her eyes filling with tears as the pack erupts into cheers and howls. She can hardly believe it herself, that she has been chosen by the moon goddess herself.

I answered while still eating. “Okay, okay,” He said, still laughing. “Oh, finish that, it’s the last bite,” I accepted that, he looked at his wristwatch, wait, what the fuck? “In a bit, you’ll be taking medicine, the dosage in your dextrose is too high, so eat, for your body to handle it, okay?” I just looked at his wristwatch, “Is that an authentic watch?” It’s a Blancpain Fifty Fathoms Automatic 45 mm, it cost half a million, “Is it legit?” I didn’t hesitate to ask him.

“This one was completely painted by hand, and it’s full of foreign gold coins!” Di gasped in admiration. Aaron grinned proudly and picked up another item, "This pocket watch is supposed to have never stopped ticking, no matter how old it is. I’ve had it for about ten years, and yes, it has continued to run. It was one of the first items I ever collected. It came from London, and it’s mostly made of solid gold.” She looked at him, happily going through his treasures while telling her stories. How many surprises could he be hiding, I wonder?

Jeremy said. "Got it." He soon sent her the address. Phoebe picked up the watch first. It was a Patek Philippe custom perpetual calendar mechanical watch with intricate craftsmanship. It featured a meteorite dial and was priced at one million dollars. It was a collector's dream. Few people would splurge on something so extravagant. So, Phoebe figured that Gideon had to be a watch collector. Carefully carrying the million-dollar watch, Phoebe then picked up the suit. It was jet-black and had no brand logo, but it oozed undeniable quality and felt heavy in her hands.

The weight of our situation pressed down, heavy and suffocating. It was then, amidst the debris of a collapsed building, that Kelly unearthed it – a small, tarnished silver locket. It lay half-buried in the dust, its surface scratched and worn, yet somehow managing to retain a faint, almost ethereal glow. We gathered around it, the faint glimmer a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. Inside, nestled amongst the faded velvet lining, was a single, faded photograph.

Jessa’s voice was icy as she said, “I told you before, Sawyer. We don’t allow overnight visitors in this house.” Before Sawyer could speak, Vanessa answered. She picked up a mug of warm water and presented it to Jessa as she said, “Ma’am, I’ll be doing all the work around here from now on, as Mr. Pitt has ordered. Don’t worry, I don’t make much noise. I will not bother you or Mr. Pitt during your private moments.” Jessa did not respond immediately. Her gaze was fixed on Vanessa’s wrist. Around her wrist was a Patek Philippe Celestial G-052.

"Five minutes, Liora. But you need to understand something. Every second you spend looking for a miracle is a second closer to your mother being loaded onto that transport van. Once she’s in the van, the paperwork becomes much harder to undo." I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I turned and ran toward the elevators. I didn't believe in miracles. I wasn't that stupid. But I believed in the small, gold-plated object tucked into the secret, zippered pocket of my bag. It was the only thing I hadn't sold. Not when the rent was late, not when the heat was turned off. It was my father’s watch. A 1950s Omega.

It was a daunting task, but there was something oddly peaceful about sifting through the remnants of the past. Jasmine was beside her, excitedly rummaging through a smaller box of trinkets. "Mommy, look! I found a really old watch!" she exclaimed, holding up a vintage gold timepiece. Charlotte smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "That must’ve belonged to Astor’s grandfather," she mused. "He always wore elegant watches. So I heard." Jasmine cradled the watch in her small hands, fascinated by its look. "Can I keep it?"