Descendants Pocket Watch Novels & Stories

It was clear this wasn't quite the response he expected, and his lips trembled slightly but he didn't speak. Reaching into his inner pocket, he dug out a Patek Phillip pocket watch, before robotically placing it on the velvet mat. "It… Stopped moving…" His voice was even lower than before. Reaching for the pocket watch, I flipped open the back with practiced ease, before checking closely with the magnifying glass. The dial was exquisite, and on the inside of the case were two tiny letters, 'TR', standing for Tanya Reeds. This was the first expensive birthday gift he'd ever gifted me.

He held my gaze with the patient certainty of a child who'd made an observation and stood behind it. "It's a complicated question," I said. "Most questions aren't." He returned to his puzzle, which he had brought to the table. "Mom says people only call questions complicated when they know the answer and don't want to say it." I sat with that for a moment. Junior had moved on. "That's a nice watch." "Thank you." "Billy knows about watches." He pointed at his brother. "Tell him." Billy glanced at my wrist without appearing to try. "Patek Philippe. Reference 5711. Discontinued." He paused. "Which makes it worth more now than when it was made."

He reached in and pulled out a small, faded silver wristwatch—an old, mechanical piece that didn't have a digital link, didn't have an encryption chip, and didn't have a value that would interest the asset forfeiture division. "My mother gave me this for my eighth birthday," Xavier whispered, his thumb tracing the scratched crystal face of the watch. "It was the last thing she bought before the car crash. Arthur wanted me to throw it away when I turned eighteen. He said a Sovereign shouldn't wear a watch that loses three seconds every week."

Inside was an old silver wristwatch. Broken. The glass cracked across the center. The moment she saw it, her breathing stopped. Her father’s watch. Her eyes widened slightly. She remembered it clearly. Duan Dyne always wore it during late-night operations. Even when she was little, she used to play with the watch while sitting on his lap. Her fingers trembled faintly as she lifted it carefully. A folded note slipped from the envelope. Estella opened it. And froze. >Ask Aizen Deveraux who your father really died for.

My father let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to Brian. “Brian, if I remember correctly, your father, Andrew Cook, is a vice president at one of my subsidiaries, isn’t he?” Brian lowered his head even further, his voice barely audible. “Y-Yes, Mr. Shaw.” “Good.” My father nodded. “Then tell me, based on your father’s salary, plus whatever allowance you get, could you afford that watch?” He pointed at the watch in Luna’s hand, his voice rising sharply. “That Patek Philippe Celestial… It was something I purchased at a Geneva auction last year for two million for my daughter Risa’s eighteenth birthday gift.

"And I never want to make your mommy sad again. I promise." "Then why are you here?" Zach demanded, not lowering his plastic shovel. "Uncle Oscar says we shouldn't talk to strangers from the city." Before Duncan could answer, a small head peeked out from behind Zach’s shoulder. Heidi blinked her bright emerald-green eyes, her gaze drifting down from Duncan’s face to his left wrist. The morning sun hit the face of Duncan’s watch. It was a heavy, custom-made silver timepiece engraved with the intricate, royal crest of the Alonso family line. The polished silver links sparked brilliantly, throwing tiny flashes of light across the sand.

“Good morning, Ma’am. Is there anything I can help you with?” Ma’am? Hannah could guess that Mr. Ed was on the phone with Maria. Damian Lee’s wife. Hannah was completely baffled. It wasn’t just the employees. She didn’t know that even the boss’s wife had to go through Mr. Ed to call her own husband. “Sure. Jaeger-LeCoultre Geophysics 1958. I hope your father likes the watch, Ma’am.” “Ah, yes. Quite difficult to obtain, considering it’s a vintage model.”

With a sharp crack, the object embedded in the rosewood right at the center of the console—the one that had always been meticulously protected—was smashed to pieces. It was an extremely rare, antique enamel mechanical pocket watch. It was the keepsake left to me by my late grandfather. For a moment, time itself seemed to stop. I stared long and hard at the pile of shattered components, my hands trembling uncontrollably. Charlotte seemed to realize that she had broken something, but after taking a look at it, she curled her lip in disdain. "It's just a dingy old clock. I'll have my husband compensate you with 100 dollars to buy a new one later!"

Lalisa asked. “He left the Anderson family, a substitute, and nothing else,” Mrs. Grayson said with a bitter smile. “Apart from that, he didn’t leave me anything.” “So, it’s that watch on your wrist,” Lalisa asked, “Why did he like that watch so much? Did he give it to you?” “I bought it myself, but he liked it because this watch has a perpetual calendar function and an extremely accurate world time feature,” Mrs. Grayson explained. (Perpetual Calendar Function: When the watch is not in operation, set the date if it’s less than 31 days. The perpetual calendar function can accurately predict the varying lengths of 12 different months, including February, for the next decade.

His face looked older now in the flickering light, but also lighter as if the years of bitterness had finally lifted from his shoulders. “Come here, Elias,” he called gently. Elias hurried over, climbing onto the rug in front of him. Gabriel and Adrian exchanged a glance but didn’t interfere, staying close but letting the moment unfold. Sebastian opened the box slowly, revealing a gold pocket watch simple but elegant, engraved with initials that shimmered faintly in the firelight. “This belonged to your great-grandfather,” Sebastian said, his voice low, reverent. “It’s been passed down through every generation of the Hale family. I carried it for most of my life through triumphs, through mis