Eli Goldsworthy Necklace Novels & Stories

"It's called the blood necklace. It's lined with eighteen karats of white and yellow gold, and has eleven rubies." "Great how much is it?" Elias asked and the woman laughed. "It's a hundred and seventy thousand dollars, sir." She looked at him as if she was ready to calls the cops. Elias smiled. "Great what do you think beauty," he turned to me. "No," I said with wide eyes. The necklace was beautiful but Elias was crazy to spend so much money. "She would like to try it on," Elias ignored me and the woman reluctantly pulled out a key from her pocket.

She unbuttoned Zayden’s shirt and showed us a Ruby necklace around his neck. Alpha Gladwin’s face lost all its colors, he stuttered. “T-This? W-Why?” Zayden took off that necklace and handed it to Sylvia, who waved it before Alpha Gladwin’s eyes. “Does this necklace ring any bells, you insufferable know it all wolf?” Alpha Gladwin raised his hand to touch it, then he stepped back quickly as if he had seen a ghost in it. “Preposterous! Unbelievable!” His hand flew to his mouth to stifle an involuntary gasp, he rubbed his eyes for a better vision to witness the truth unfolding in front of his eyes. Sylvia flashed that necklace as a weapon and hit Alpha Gladwin’s head, screaming wildly.

"You called, Ma'am." "I'm missing a necklace, it was given to me by my late husband, it is a Graff Diamond necklace. Do you know how much it costs? Where is it?" Wait, is she implying that I stole from her, she really wants my name to be dragged down the gutters doesn't she, however I am Diana Wilson, the only living survivor of the Wilson name and I won't let anyone get away with calling me a thief.

Harriett had been trying to maintain her lofty status by putting on airs and ignoring Gloria, but she was stunned when she saw the amethyst necklace Gloria wore. "How did the Grant family's jewelry end up with you?" She pointed at Gloria's neck, her eyes blazing with rage. Gloria reflexively touched the necklace and looked at Terence in confusion. It was then that Ruby and I realized that the necklace she wore was the one I had sold not long ago—the so-called token of Timothy's love.

“Where is it? Is she there?” Marcus shook his head grimly. “Unfortunately, no. She wasn’t there when they arrived. But… they found evidence she had been.” Marcus tapped his tablet and rotated it toward Sebastian. Sebastian’s breath caught. On the screen was a photograph of a half-burnt necklace glinting in the ash. He knew it instantly—the gold chain he had given Eloise’s sister when they were children. Elaine had worn it until her death. And Eloise had cherished it since, keeping it close like a fragment of her sister’s memory.

She floated through the proceedings, adrift in a haze of numbing detachment, until a sharp collective gasp yanked her back to the present. Her eyes rose to meet the object of everyone's attention—a dazzling necklace displayed on velvet, its brilliance almost surreal. The auctioneer's voice rose with fervor as he extolled its virtues, weaving an enchanting tale of its provenance. Rumored to be Queen Elizabeth's most cherished piece, the necklace symbolized steadfast, eternal love. Noticing Wendy's faint flicker of interest, Grayson didn't hesitate. He raised his paddle. "One million." A feminine voice, playful yet deliberate, immediately followed. "Three million."

God they are spending a lot of money! And then only one person is standing infront of me.She walk past me and I thought she just walk away but then she put something on my neck it was cold. I look at it and damn! It was a pure gold necklace! And fuck this is the second most expensive necklace in the world! Necklace here:  The “Incomparable” Diamond Necklace

For your… compliance. A delivery arrived that afternoon, a long, heavy box. Inside, nestled in black satin, was a necklace. But it was unlike any jewelry she’d ever seen. It was a collar, but an exquisite one. Solid platinum, intricately wrought with delicate, thorn-like patterns. At the front, where a pendant would be, was a flawless, teardrop-shaped black diamond. It was breathtakingly beautiful and unmistakably what it was: a slave’s collar, rendered in priceless materials. There was no lock; it was a seamless, permanent-looking circle. A note card rested on top: A more suitable symbol for your current value. Wear it tonight, and always. The old one is retired.

She said, her palms still tightly closed. “And what is that?" She opened her palms, revealing a golden necklace. I widened my eyes and took a few steps back. I rubbed my eyes to see if I saw it clearly. And there it lay, the golden necklace and pendant carved in a ‘G’ shape. The exact one I saw with Charlotte at the penthouse earlier today. I picked it from Ivy's hand, the metal still warm from her skin. I turned it over and studied it carefully. “Where did you say you got it from?" I returned my eyes to her.

Jewel and the rest of her Bridal train replied and laughed after. Pearl who was Jewel's chief bridesmaid had already gotten dressed and was helping the other ladies to tie her head gear. Henrietta wasn't part of the Bridal train because she was already heavy and all the stress wouldn't be good for the baby. But she was seated there too chatting away with some of the other bridal trains who were helping her touch her make up. The colour of the day was emerald green and champagne gold, a very good combination. Jewel was going to wear an iro and Buba that were majorly green with a touch of gold and her accessories were gold.