Eli Goldsworthy Necklace Novels & Stories

, Harold who was remarkably quiet during the previous biddings, has finally spoken. “Who? Where is he?” "It seems he knows you, Natalie. He has been staring at us this whole time. I might as well think that he’s been throwing daggers at me.” I looked at the man that Harold had mentioned. He does seem familiar… “And now, behold!” “The last item for tonight. One of the world’s eleven most famous necklaces, expertly crafted by the famous jewelsmith James Curren, the “Red Scarlet”!” It’s finally here. I better place my bid well-

They cannot let every one of them enter Gandaria or else, it would lead to suspicion. “We owe you our gratitude and even so our payment,” Darina said and was trying to take some treasuries to pay as collateral. “And yet we are of no riches for now except my pauldrons. These are made of gold. I believe this will be enough as a payment.”

I slowly made my way toward it and bent down to inspect it. It was a silver necklace with a blue gem inside the holder. The centre gem illuminated a bright light, which I somehow hadn't noticed before. What kind of a necklace is this? I wondered to myself. I held it closer to my face and the sharp part of the pendant just barely cut the side of my finger. There was a bit of blood that accidentally smeared on the blue gem, but nothing major so I wasn't worried about it.

Gerald took a deep breath and nodded. "Good morning, everyone," he began to speak. "I'm here to address a very serious matter, so I want you all to listen very attentively. As you all know, a golden necklace has been stolen from the company's store in the display and this particular necklace worths twenty thousand bucks. This is a very serious situation, and I want to assure you that we are doing everything in our power to find the culprit." As Gerald spoke, his eyes could not stop searching around for Hazel. He had call for this assembly only because of her because he did not want any situation to look suspicious.

Dylan tilted his head down a fraction, deliberately flaunting the necklace around his neck. "Eleanor found this bullet casing while she was digging through the study. She said it looked incredibly rare and had to be a token of affection for her future groom, so she polished and restored it herself." He gave the necklace a little shake. "Pretty slick, don't you think?" The eagle wings engraved on that casing had been carved by Eleanor years ago. I remembered the fierce thunderstorm at the border when she had pulled it out of her pocket, gently slipping it over my neck.

Eleanor felt, in the space before she spoke, the complicated geography of the moment: the genuine happiness for him, the something else that complicated the happiness, and underneath both of those, a question she hadn’t known she’d been sitting on. “That’s extraordinary,” she said. “Yes,” he said, in the tone of someone for whom extraordinary and difficult are the same word. “Why do you look like something terrible has happened?” He looked at her then — directly, the full weight of the grey eyes. “Because the gallery is run by a woman named Petra Voss,” he said. “And I used to know her. And she’s the one who saw the work. And I need you to know that before you hear it from somewhere else, be

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

I couldn't take my eyes off my treasure. I made my way to the cupboard where I swiftly grabbed an item I'd been anticipating using for the past seven weeks! It's a pure platinum collar necklace with a large, rare fire opal pendant. Delicate to the eye, yet thick enough not for her to be able to break it so easily. I had a GPS tracking chip nestled in the metal side of the pendant.

It seems like Kyle’s fiancée is her, Wendy Morgan,’ she thought to herself. The auction proceeded smoothly as planned. Until near the end of the program, when a necklace—Azure Grace—appeared. As a lover of diamonds, Lysia was of course familiar with this necklace, which was encrusted with sparkling aquamarine diamonds. It had once been a favorite piece of a Wales princess in the 17th century. The necklace had only appeared once at the Reeds City Museum five years ago. Lucky for her, she was encountering it once again at this event.

After a few minutes, an ecstatic smile could be heard from Elion, and Elena surmised that her search had been fruitful. "I found it!" She said, dragging an emerald necklace out of a pile of jewelry. Once Elena placed her eyes on the jewelry, she immediately understood why they had robbed her. The necklace was magnificent as it was simple, and she suspected that there might even be a more hidden meaning about it.