Fang Necklace Novels & Stories

I walked closer to her, hiding the necklace behind me. “How do I look?” She giggled. “Enchanting.” I smiled. “Ta-da!” I showed the necklace to her. “My goodness!” She gasped. “Is this not the famous Lumière Èternelle that the heiress to the Rossini fashion empire and celebrated style icon has in her collections?”

he muttered, more to himself. Then, he turned to the second box, the pale pink one. From inside, he pulled out a necklace. A white gold chain, thin yet strong, with a pendant shaped like a flower—perhaps a gardenia—its petals encrusted with tiny diamonds that reflected a cold fire. He circled around, standing behind Hazel. She could see their reflection in the giant glass window: her, in a dress so thin it was almost weightless, and Diego, tall and dark behind her like a guardian and a cage all at once.

"Where is the necklace?" Fennigan walked up to his mother, placing a hand on her shoulder, but he gestured to Leela. That's what we need to talk about," he said. "It's not... on her anymore." Leela stepped forward nervously. She reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt aside. The emerald and moonstone gem, embedded seamlessly into her skin, pulsed with a soft, green light. The white star-flower tattoos on her collarbone seemed to shimmer in the garage lighting.

However, it was not a loss to get a necklace for free. "My mommy likes tbe latest diamond necklace of Agnes Jewelry corporation. It's pink and sparkling, it is very beautiful" Zane said happily and soon he sounded rather dull. "But this necklace is a limited edition and there are only ten of such necklaces in the market. I didn't get the chance... Uncle Nikolai, can you help me get it? I really want that necklace" Nikolai turned around and sat at his desk. He said coldly, "Sean, go and do it for him"

"Dr. Miller, Mr. Sterling picked this out especially for you." He opened the box. Inside was a blindingly brilliant necklace. A massive, pear-cut blue diamond on an 18k white gold chain. It sparkled under the lights. "Mr. Sterling said this was to represent his heart." I looked at the necklace and let out another cold laugh. Last Christmas, I had secretly looked at Seraphina's Pinterest. She had saved this exact necklace to her "Dream" board. The caption read: "If only I could have a necklace like this one day."

"So that you three are always together and never apart." "Thank you, Farren! I love it!" I exclaimed and unclasped the necklace. Farren cautiously clasped it again around my neck when I held it out for her. Priamos admired the old piece at my throat. This must-have cost her a fortune. It was definitely specially made.

As soon as Uncle Marcello lets go of me, Johnny steps forward holding out a black velvet jewellery box to me. Upon opening the box, I immediately recognise the star constellation pendant hanging from a long golden chain. The pendant is of Ursa Minor with the North star being a little diamond on its tail. “Thank you, Johnny. It is beautiful” I say my eyes getting misty. “Turn around, let me fix it for you” Johnny says. I spin around and allow him to clip the necklace around my neck. It matches beautifully with the red silk gown I am wearing tonight. Johnny softly rubs the back of his fingers against my neck. I put on the black lace mask I had made for the evening.

Francesco instinctively leaned forward slightly as even Mufasa stood up completely now as the lion’s muscles tightened and the atmosphere inside the room shifted heavily. The entire room fell silent around Francesco the very moment Mr Pietro revealed a necklace carved entirely in black, the chain itself was made of polished obsidian beads, each one smooth, dark and reflective beneath the amber chandelier light “this is amazing” Francesco said in his head as he looked at the necklace. The necklace did not look expensive in the ordinary sense but yet the moment Francesco laid eyes on it...he felt something strange and powerful.

“Please... help me put it on.” Alexei stood and moved behind me. I felt the cool metal touch my skin as he fastened the clasp. I walked to the small mirror on my wall, a gift from my neighbor. He helped me wear the necklace. It looked as if it were meant to be there. “This is called the Midnight Fire Necklace. The red inside is the blood of a mythical creature,” he said, hugging me from behind. We stood there, reflected in the mirror, a perfect picture. “Really?” I grazed the edge of the pendant with my finger. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my hand.

But, instead of the matching necklace, one of the maids presents me with a thin, silvery chain bearing a unique pendant. The pendant is a crystal-shaped droplet, filled with what appears to be a single drop of blood. I'm taken aback by its realism, but as I hold it closer, I realize it's actually a clever imitation, crafted from plastic and encased in crystal. It's an intriguing piece, both beautiful and unsettling. "Why not the diamond necklace?" I ask, pointing to the sparkling gemstones that adorn the delicate chain, perfectly matching my earrings. "It's a perfect match," I reason, expecting the maid to agree.