Grey Fullbuster Necklace Novels & Stories

Frustrated Evans gives in and complains about Emi's rude way, while Tracey chuckles about that part. As soon as Evans has left, all of us surround the jewellery box. Oh my god, this is so beautiful. I wonder if he had it kind of made for me? This isn't exactly bridal style, but it's special. The necklace is a white gold and a very fine thin cord with a tear drop stone in the middle. What makes it special, though, it nearly perfectly resembles my eye colour. The same with the pendant earrings. It looks classy and yet I love it. As I know how much Jake loves my eyes, this is perfect.

I couldn’t help muttering “they really go all out, don’t they?” All I did was give him a color theme and now ‘I see red’ everything was stashed in red. The extravagantly looking gown had a shine that could blind my enemies! I let my hands feel the texture and smiled. The stacked black boxes caught my attention so I picked one up and opened it. My eyes instantly widened in astonishment. Before me was the most beautiful ruby necklace I’ve ever seen. It’s crest was sliver and it shimmered against the glistening stone that was sized same with an eagle’s eye.

I smiled at her with gratitude and ate up. “Where did you get such a necklace?” She asked me. I looked down at me pendant and it was not black. It was like a really dark gray. Frozen at that color as if it was waiting for a tiny action to occur before it could react. “It was my mother’s.” I told her and stuffed my mouth. “Wow.” Annalise’s eyes popped in awe. “Where did she get it from?” “Some antique store in town. I don’t know.” I was not about telling a stranger that my mother most probably stole the pendant from the woman I call grandmother because grandma wanted to use it to trap the souls of lost werewolves just so she could be one.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

We started the conversation with general inquires and reports. Then it goes to the main topics. "So here's the thing. One of my workers betrayed me, he turns out to be a spy working for someone. I could get him to spill out the names but it's either Grey Howl or Lost Eden. He didn't have the Grey Howl's gang tattoo so it's likely to be from Lost Eden. That's actually not the big problem, the big problem is the money that they took. It was 731,413,110,000 billion and not only that, we found a safe with the code exactly 731.413.110.000 as if it was a barcode. I tried to enter it as it was some sort of IP address. I tried to track it but it leads me onto some random dark web that changes every

Because they had the ability to heal themselves as werewolves. He kissed Serene's knuckles before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small rectangular red velvet box. "I think this necklace suits you," he said. The necklace was made of white gold with a leaf emerald pendant. He chose it because the pendant's color reminds him of his omega’s beautiful eyes and because, for him, Serene is like a fallen leaf who accidentally fell on him, a storm, a chaos, yet he promised to himself that he would do anything just so he could protect her from getting hurt.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

He blinked his eyes wanting to be sure he was seeing right. It was the same pale skin girl with long black hair and strands of blue, red and green giving color to her whole outfit because as usual she was dressed in her signature color black. His suspensions were confirmed when he saw the choker necklace he had had gotten her for her birthday. It was made of leather and looked like a belt with silver diamonds encrusted in it. His frown deepened as he made his way to the booth she was it.

I’m just surrounded by people who think a pussy makes you brainless. I traced the pendant with my thumb and felt the faint warmth inside. The gem shifted colors under the bathroom light, blues bleeding into violent purples, silver sparks flickering like trapped lightning. This wasn’t just jewelry. This was a fucking war chest. The Obsidian Veil auctioned for more money than most crime families see in a decade, now hanging around my neck like a noose made of diamonds and promises. Who the hell are you, Dax Blackthorne? The question clawed at me.

The midnight blue highlighting my red hair perfectly. I couldn’t help but wonder what Landon would make of me all dolled up. A thought which I quickly repressed with a mental slap and shake of my head. Remembering the box on the dresser I picked up the satin clad box. Prying it open with and audible groan to reveal an exquisite, yet simple necklace. Pulling it out of the box and fastening it around my neck. It was a simple chain, but there dangling just above the dip of my cleavage was a small rose, like those in the hair piece and on my bracelet. They looked as if part of a set. The fact that the woman at the stall had said that my bracelet was rumoured to be a Black heirloom, it didn’t tak