Eye Candy Bracelet Novels & Stories

I say to her and she looks around and back at me. “I have been in bed for three months. I’m ok, we are ok, I needed fresh air and thought we would come here. It is beautiful Vilkas. Come, show me around.” She says with a big smile on her face. I chuckle at her and take her hand in mine, and scoop up Cyra in my other arm. “Daddy look, mommy got me this bracelet, isn’t it pretty?” She shows me the small gold bangle, which is a dragon with two heads holding a small chain in their mouths. The eyes have tiny rubies.

"That's how mad she was. She really shouted it out on my face. And, about the bracelet. She wanted to give it to you as a parting gift. Silly girl. You had hurt her but she still managed to give you a present." Dionysus picked up the torn marriage contract and the cerulean jade bracelet into his hands. "A bracelet, huh?" Something crossed inside Dionysus' mind while examining the bracelet's design. "Why are you grinning like that? Have you gone mad now?" "It's not a parting gift, Seb. It's a bracelet made from yin and yang energy. Zoey wanted to tell me that whatever happens, she will wait for me no matter what." ~~~~

But just as they were about to leave the store, Seline's eyes fell upon a delicate bracelet displayed in the window. It was a twin bracelet, with a heart split in two, each half adorned with intricate designs. When put together, the two halves formed a complete heart, symbolizing unity and connection. Seline couldn't tear her gaze away from the beautiful piece, her heart fluttering with a strange sense of longing. Sweet noticed her admiration and followed her gaze to the bracelet. Without a word, he signaled to the salesperson, who quickly retrieved the bracelet from the display case. Sweet then turned to Seline with a warm smile, presenting her with the bracelet as a gift.

Then I ordered fried chicken and a cold soda, ignoring everything the doctor told me. James walked over, snatched the food, and threw it away. "You know you had a bad stomach. Why are you still eating this stuff?" He pulled a small box from his bag and handed it to me. "Got you something. It took a lot of effort." Inside was a bracelet. Rare. Expensive. Probably worth over 10 million dollars. He was not lying. This kind of piece was difficult to get. He must have pulled every string he had. If he had given it to me before we got married, I would have jumped into his arms.

A lady brought the bracelet out, and it was protected in a glass box. It was projected on the screen, and everyone seemed to be taken by its beauty. It was just a little bracelet, but so much effort was put into its creation. All the small details made it look so breathtaking and priceless. I unknowingly sighed with longing when I saw the necklace. "Honey, I want it,” Ryan’s stepmother said as she tapped Mr. Blaqk's hand repeatedly, and he nodded with a dotty smile. “Eleven million” “Thirteen million”

I turn to see her running toward me, her tiny hand gripping my finger. She motions for me to bend down, and when I do, she presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “Thank you, Uncle, for the ice cream.” Her tiny hand opens, revealing a bracelet, crafted with a thin band of elastic and small mismatched beads in soft pastels: shades of pink, blue, and white. A tiny heart bead, slightly faded, dangles from the end. “This is for you,” she whispers. I smile, though my heart feels like it’s shattering. “Thank you,” I manage, my voice rough with unshed tears.

I was still trying to process everything when Dante cleared his throat awkwardly, obviously trying to shake off the weird tension too. “We just…” Dante began, but she cut him off again. “I know just what you should get,” she said, then immediately turned around and shuffled to a shelf behind her. She moved things around, humming softly under her breath. Then she finally returned, holding a pair of woven bracelets. One was dark crimson—almost the color of dried blood—threaded with black beads and tiny crescent moon charms. The other was gray, with delicate blue stones and feathers tied at the end. Both of them shimmered in the light.

’ I replied. I came across a white gold tennis bracelet that had amethysts and diamonds alternating through it. The amethysts reminded me of Kyra’s eyes. I added it to the cart, and continued scrolling. I found a ring that matched the bracelet. It had a large square diamond in the middle, and a smaller square amethyst on each side of the diamond.

His teal-blue eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of something warm and unspoken passing between us. He picked up the earrings next, placing them one by one in my ears with a care that felt startlingly intimate. Lastly, he fastened the bracelet around my wrist—a delicate chain adorned with tiny charms: a star, moon, rose, green leaf, butterfly, and a golden heart engraved with the word "love." “Love looks pretty on you,” he said, with a subtle glance toward my bracelet, his lips curving into a small smile as he admired me through the mirror. I couldn’t help but look down at the bracelet, my fingers brushing over the charms. It was beautiful, each detail thoughtful and intricate.

With just a slight tremor in my hand, I extended my arm towards him. His fingers brushed against the pulse in my wrist, too soft and fast to have felt the spike in my heartrate. “It’s beautiful.” I mumbled, staring down at the piece of jewelry. It was beautiful, glittering and catching the light. Small obsidian gems dangled from the bracelet, like little beads of darkness. “Would you like to see what it does?” He asked, more than a flicker of excitement shining in his eyes. “I would.” I nodded, surprised that I was actually telling the truth.