Descendants Pocket Watch Novels & Stories

he said, pointing to the rear passenger seat. As Moza sat beside him, her gaze accidentally fell upon his wrist. There sat a luxury watch with a hauntingly familiar design. Moza’s body stiffened, her mind diving into the bitter memories she had tried so hard to bury. Audemars Piguet. It was the exact same model that the mysterious man had left behind in the resort room. Elzen seemed to notice the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes caught her focus on his watch. "Are you interested in this watch?" he asked as the car sped toward the mansion gates.

Just staring at her made something stir in his chest. He flexed his hand, a feeble attempt to distract himself from the disturbance. "Chronos Legacy collection?" Mirena questioned, feigning ignorance for the fun of it. "It's a rare, vintage watch set," he informed. "But then again, I don't expect you to know of it, after all, you seldom show up to events like this." Taking a daring step forward, he was greeted by the scent uniquely hers, amongst many others. "Yet here you are, tell me, what suddenly changed?"

She dragged a small suitcase behind her, steps light, glancing around with a kind of wide-eyed curiosity like a jasmine blossom that hadn't quite finished opening yet. Derek grinned and jogged forward to take her bag. "Happy birthday, big brother." Vivian smiled and pulled out a gift box. "Picked this up for you in Paris. Go on, open it." Derek's eyebrows shot up as he lifted the lid. A Patek Philippe Ref. 5002P sat nestled inside. "This" Derek stared, genuinely stunned, looking between the watch and Vivian. "Vivian, this is way too much." He knew enough to recognize a piece like this rare, borderline impossible to source, astronomically expensive.

Desperate to protect Margaret and me, Richard lunged toward the mechanical arms with a roaring scream, "Stop this, you animals!" The basket tipped sharply. Richard lost his balance, and his body was thrown outward. "Dad!" I caught his wrist in a desperate grip. At that exact moment, the watch on his wrist caught the sun, flashing with a blinding glare. It was a custom Patek Philippe father-and-son watch. There were only two in the entire world. The watch was called Starlight, and I had seen the other one on Theodore's wrist. Beside him, his assistant gasped. "Mr. Theodore, that's Mr. Shaw's Starlight. You said yourself, to see that watch is to see the man!"

he muttered to Natasha. "Wait until you see what comes next," Natasha whispered with an amused smile, clearly enjoying Maxwell's shocked expression. "It gets even crazier from here." She wasn't wrong. The next item wheeled onto the stage made Maxwell sit up straighter. It was a vintage Patek Philippe watch from 1952, beautifully preserved in its original case with all documentation intact. The craftsmanship was undeniable, intricate complications, hand-finished details, a piece of genuine horological history. Now this was something worth spending money on. Real skill, real artistry, real history.

I wasn't going to let him see my worry and how much I wanted to hug Estelle from his grip. But Alpha Gerry just chuckled annoyingly. “Everyone knows about the clock inherited from the pack and my family. It is famous because it has been passed down for 100 generations. So how could you not know that this is mine, Alpha?” "I don't pay much attention to the little things."

Romero said cutting off the women's heated discussion. Inessa looked back and forth at the couple before she sighed and sat beside the sleeping Morgan on the bed. She was about to reached for his cheeks when she suddenly saw something strange in his pocket. She was about to take it out but she felt an intense burn on the tip of her fingers that made her step away from the bed. Inessa, Calliope, and Romero exchanged looks before their eyes focused on the tiny thing glowing in Morgan's pocket. "What is that?" Romero asked but the enchantress just shook her head.

I see their slight yellow glow underneath his black hood. "He has come for you..." "What do you mean, he's come for me?" I spit out. "Who's come for me?" The Watchman turns around, kneeling to pick something up, then takes three long strides in my direction. He reaches out, and without thinking, I open my hand, allowing him to drop a cool metal chain. I know exactly what it is and my face gets hot as my heart begins to pound with fury. It's the gold necklace Aunt Kelly gave Zack to commemorate his graduation from the fire academy. He wore it every day and I know without a shadow of a doubt he was wearing it the day we buried him. I squeeze the necklace in my hand, slammed with a flood of emo

"Mister Lucas, we've already found the pocket watch you lost in Kanton City." The pocket watch was given to him as a birthday present by Luna 15 years ago. On the watch face, she had personally written the date of his birth and a picture of him, though it looked nothing like him since she was still a child who was still learning to draw. Nonetheless, he treasured the pocket watch very much and kept it on him all the time since it was one of the few things she had given him. However, he discovered the pocket watch was gone after he came back from Kanton City. Lucas looked up and asked, "Where did you find it?"