Gimp Bracelet Novels & Stories

I offered and they nodded. A week and a half later... Jamela showed up to collect the gift I made for Octavia. The old silver Northern Yemen Bedouin Bracelet I made for both her wrist would hide the scars of the past. The ones on her small neck were barely visible. I guess I hoped the heavy metal would at least bring her honor during her struggle to find her place in this life. The Boho Gypsy Spirit Arm Clamp I made for Jamela would hopefully bring her good fortune. My mate still felt skeptical but I somehow felt neither Octavia, Aiken, or Jamela would utter a word of our whereabouts.

Gladdis preferred it that way, everyone should feel a little bit of both during an encounter with her. “Ah!” Gladdis tutted, clasping onto something in her bag. “There they are.” She muttered, mainly to herself. She set her bag to the side, before placing several bracelets along the desk worktop. Everyone’s eyes landed on the beaded bracelets, only adding to their silent confusion. The bracelets were gold chains laced with beaded black tourmaline crystals all the way around. “Alright,” Gladdis clapped her hands together. “Maddie and I have enchanted these bracelets for you to wear. Whilst you have these on your scent won’t be traceable, giving you an advantage to ambush Zion.”

At that moment, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I had finally found someone who could see me for who I truly was. I noticed that the bracelet Sarah was wearing was left behind, I picked it up and noticed, the unique bracelet that Sarah was wearing on her wrist was truly a sight to behold. It was a delicate piece of jewelry, made of what looked like intricately woven gold and silver threads. The metal seemed to glow in the light, catching and reflecting every color of the rainbow. The design of the bracelet was intricate and detailed, with tiny loops and knots that seemed to form a never-ending pattern. The center of the bracelet was adorned with a small, shimmering gemstone that looked li

I stopped short, tugging his arm. “We have to go in.” He raised a brow. “That serious, huh?” “Very.” The shop smelled like sandalwood and lavender, and the glass cases sparkled with tiny treasures. My eyes landed on a thin woven bracelet—silver wire wrapped with small white and gold beads. Simple, but beautiful. “Give me your hand,” I said. He hesitated. “You’re not putting that on me.” “I am.” “It’s… a beaded bracelet, Emily.” “I have a feeling you won't mind wearing handcuffs.” I said sweetly. “But this is way more dignified.”

Of course, I didn’t mean to make a homeless woman cry but at least it showed me she was just as human as everyone else that passed us by. In response to what I had said to her, Shelia pulled something off from around her neck and put it around mine. An old rope necklace with a large pendant. It was beyond the description of uniquely beautiful. The large tear dropped shaped amethyst stone encased in a peculiar metal that swirled around it like vines and leaves. I told her that I couldn’t accept anything like this from her but she insisted, and also insisted that I was never to take it off because it would not only help me where I needed it but protect me when I’m scared as well.

Ace nodded like a happy child, he grabbed the bracelet from her hand and held her wrist gently. "It took almost two weeks to make it, I didn't know how to so I took help from youtube videos, and it took a lot of time to gather valuable beats and stones," He confessed putting his whole heart in the bracelet, he pushed it on her wrist but paused when a frown appeared over his forehead. "What happened?" He whispered examining her bruised wrist before removing the bracelet, Aurora swallowed hard finding an excuse to give and finally one popped in her head.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, with delicate features and a touch of youthful charm. As I approached, she pointed at a set displayed on the tablet. “I’ll go with this one.” I smiled and asked her to leave her contact information behind so we could reach her. The name she wrote down was Tessa Zander. “Miss Zander, right?” Tessa nodded with a smile. I asked casually as I entered her details. “The workmanship on your bracelet is remarkable. I’ve hardly seen anything so finely made since opening my shop. Was it… a gift from your husband?”

His name was Felix Nichols, and he was a well-known jewelry appraiser who had recently gone viral online. Felix ignored Cecilia and the murmurs from the audience. He walked up to the stage and examined the bracelet closely. The frown on his forehead deepened with each passing second. "Didn't you hear what I said? Get off the stage!" Cecilia shouted, trying to push him away. However, Felix suddenly announced loudly, "Mr. Lane, this bracelet is not made of buffalo bone—it's made of human bone!"

She didn't like overdressing. "How about this?" Melati asked, showing a bangle bracelet with butterfly accents. Lara shook her head slowly. "I like a basic ones, Mela. I don't like it too flashy," she replied. Melati then picked out the plain bracelet Lara wanted. Of course, the plain bracelet had a heavier weight because it relied solely on its weight rather than engravings that reduced its weight. "Is this okay?" Lara nodded when Melati offered the bracelet she wanted. The bracelet weighed 12 grams, pure 24-carat gold. Lara was very pleased.

“But… I just saw this, and I thought you'd like it. This may not make up for the past memory, but I hope it does make you happy.” Something about our proximity brought an uncomfortable turn in my belly, despite the lack of fear. He took my wrists in one hand, giving me the same jarring feeling as days ago. I felt it in his grasp. “Here.” His other hand covered mine before sliding away, letting my wrist go while taking a step back. It took a few seconds to realize the slightly warm item he placed in my mind. I opened my palm to see. It was a small thin bracelet, almost golden with a slight pink sheen. Rose gold, I recalled Sierra telling me once. There were no fancy embellishments, no pendant