Girly Watch Novels & Stories

But her eyes—hazel and sharp, watched me carefully, betraying more than she wanted me to see. I reached for the box, tearing away the tape. Inside was a sleek watch, deep navy dial with a silver case. Not the kind of ostentatious, diamond-encrusted thing I usually received, but a piece chosen with thought. Next to it, a bottle of cologne. And tucked into the corner, a silver chain bracelet. Elliot bounced on his toes. “Do you like it?”

Karrie rushed to intervene, ready to confront Isabella and attempt to take the watch back. “Because the watch that was found in Masha’s pocket is just a cheap imitation worth 25 bucks, so it definitely isn’t Cecilia’s,” Isabella smiled, holding the watch high above her head, well out of Karrie’s reach. “How can you say that? This watch was a gift from her friend; it’s a high-end customized model from Cartier! If you don’t recognize it, that’s normal, but pretending to know is just embarrassing!” Karrie shouted angrily, frustrated that she couldn’t retrieve the watch.

“It’s almost two hours now… I’ll give you another hour.” Xyla couldn’t be bothered to respond to her. Instead, she silently glanced at her watch, which cost up to a hundred million. Mary felt even more envious of Xyla when she saw her watch. That was her favorite watch. It was one-of-a-kind. Countless women wished to get their hands on it, as it was a symbol that reflected one's status and position of power. It used to be kept in a museum in Country F, and not something that could be bought with money.

She wore Delina Exclusif by Parfums de Marly, a fragrance it was the essence of luxury, and it filled the room. Her wrist, delicate and elegant, wore a Pasha de Cartier watch with an 18k rose gold case worth over $20,000. She was dripping in luxury, from her head to her toes. I hated to admit it, but a small part of me admired her. She looked like a woman who had taken control of her life, a woman who was thriving.

Daniel said while examining one watch model after another in the glass display around them. "Uh, just this one. Grace likes this model. Black has a gothic feel but it also has a luxury feel," Lea pointed to a couple's watch from a well-known brand that consisted of two black crepe-cased watches with two small gemstones at the ends of the numbers 12 and 6. Daniel thought for a minute. He seemed to agree with Lea's opinion. He then nodded and agreed to Lea's choice. He showed the watch to the salesgirl and asked her to wrap it up as a gift with a greeting card.

Matt chimed in, “Damn it, I’ve known you half my life. You puked on me once, and I didn’t even get a thank-you beer. Now this girl gets a million-dollar watch?” The watch on Violet’s wrist gleamed with a champagne-gold dial. Tom felt his heart bleed, like the damn thing had been pried straight out of his own hands. “DO you even realize what that is? That’s Reinhardt’s special edition. There are only twenty two of those in the world.” Julian only smirked. “What can I say? A watch like that belongs on a beautiful woman.” Tom threw his arms up. “SCREW this. Next life, I’m coming back as a gorgeous girl.”

She gasped staring at the box item in her hands. Well, I got her a Samsung S21 ultra when I racked my brain endlessly the day before yesterday. "This is too much!" She gasped staring at me. "Nope, it's not, you deserve better, Camilla," I smiled bringing my palms to her cheeks as she smiled at me. "Let's see what my baby got for me," I smiled tearing of the red wrappings of the small item and smiled opening the box to see it was the SPGBK Honeycutt silicone band watch.

I ask because I am desperate to know how did this happen. "We are more than good, Agastya. Don't worry" she said in a curt tone and sighed. She is not really in the mood to talk. I shifted my focus on the TIME magazine I was reading when suddenly my gaze fell upon the beautiful emerald studded watch from Rolex. The famous Hollywood Actress Cate Bianchi was advertising it. I caressed the picture of the watch with my thumb pad and a smile broke onto my lips. Raina will be super happy if I gift her this.

Just before Ronnie barked at me from downstairs, I added a stack of thin bangles to my wrist and hooked a pair of chandelier earrings that matched to my ears. "Come on, Gizzy. We're supposed to be there at eight." I stomped heavily on the stairs. "Pull your panties out of your ass. I'm ready." "I don't have any panties on-Trish likes it better that way." She winked at me, and I swallowed back the vomit. I loved them both but didn't want to think about either of them naked. It would be like envisioning my mom in the buff. Just no. "Damn, you look fantastic. How much are you running these days? I'd swear you've lost weight."