Handkerchief Vase Novels & Stories

she said confidently and paused to stare at the crowd briefly, expecting them to start cheering and chanting her name, but they were just looking at her. She proceeded to open the case with a practiced flair. Inside sat a tall vase…. Glowing faintly under the spotlight, etched with symbols and faded patterns. That was when the reaction she was expecting came. Gasps fluttered through the crowd and phones came up. Serena smiled proudly and continued. “This isn’t just any relic. Legend says the magical vase of Aeyros reacts to emotional energy…especially longing. It hums, it glows… sometimes, it even levitates.”

Little did she expect it to be such a priceless treasure! Eddy stared at the vase, his eyes narrowing. He'd come here with Kirk. When Kirk had written his signature in the guest book earlier, he'd also written that his gift was two ceramic wares—a vase and a wash basin. The antique vase here was one of those two ceramic wares. Eddy spared a glance in the direction of the lounge, wondering why Kirk had done this. If Kirk wanted to save Caroline from embarrassment, he could have used the wash basin, which cost a hundred times less than the vase. That would have been more than enough.

"It smells like flowers." She crossed the room and took it from him and he was right, it did, something faint and expensive underneath the dust of wherever it had been sitting. Fine cotton, the kind that had been washed so many times it had gone almost translucent at the folds. She turned it over. Along one edge, embroidered in pale blue thread so small she had to hold it close to the window to make it out, was a single letter. S. "What is it?" Leo said. "A handkerchief." She refolded it and put it in her jacket pocket. "Old-fashioned thing people used to carry around. Go find your pencil somewhere else."

“I know, baby…” Her hands clutched weakly at my clothes. “They said… you wouldn’t come…” A sharp, violent anger surged through me so intense it made my vision blur. I wrapped my coat around her fragile body and lifted her carefully into my arms. She barely weighed anything and that made everything worse. As I stood, something else caught my attention. A scent. It was faint but unmistakable. I turned slightly and focused. My eyes instantly caught the abandoned handkerchief, with the unmistakable scent of Vance.

Stubborn as she was, she would try to withhold it from him, but he would have it. Alexander smirked. Remembering the handkerchief, he retrieved it from his pocket to study it some more. It was a handkerchief of expensive material with a simple embroidery at one end. It was her name and a blossom embroidered to it. Alexander reached into his pocket and withdrew the handkerchief, holding it delicately between his fingers to study it once more. The fabric was of exquisite quality, and of expensive origins. His gaze lingered on the simple yet elegant embroidery adorning one corner, where Guinevere's name was intricately stitched alongside a delicate blossom. It was a small, but thoughtful detail

Claire started sniffing as she opened a small box, taking out a white handkerchief that had been nestled inside. “After the death of your parents, Peter and I packed up their house. I thought you might want some things that belonged to your mother.” Adara had tears in her eyes as Claire handed her the handkerchief. “It’s white Irish linen of course and the embroidery is shamrocks, for good luck on your wedding day. Not that you need luck!” Adara clung to the handkerchief as the tears threatened to roll over her cheeks. “Thank you so much Claire,” Adara said emotionally.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but saw that although Sasha had returned to her usual nobility and coldness, she tightly grabbed the bouquet of roses in her hand and walked to the antique shelf, picking out a porcelain vase. "Joel, go and add some water to the porcelain vase." Awei: "......" He was stunned and took the porcelain vase in Sasha's hand. This is a blue and white flower worth millions, and it was actually used as a vase by his eldest lady? Is there anything more outrageous in the world?

"Sophie, it's great to see you. It's been a while."She said, opening the door for Sophie to enter. Since she was alone for the whole day she decided to invite Sophie over to keep her company and to show her where she now lived. "My my. Look at this place. Ember you sure are a lucky bitch. This place smells like a billion bucks." Sophie said, taking a deep breath. "Wow, this vase is so beautiful. I've never seen one like it before."She said, holding the vase up. It was golden, with flower patterns all over it. The flower patterns had at least one diamond in the middle. It also had Axle's name written on the bottom of the vase.

"I will become a florist, and you a doctor, it's a perfect combination after all. Please, promise me you'd come back for me." He put his hand into the left pocket in his pants and brought out a handkerchief. "Here." He said as he handed it to her. "My mother gave me this when I was a kid, she said it's very important and would help me find my destiny one day, so today, I am giving this to you, please hold on to it, I will return to you someday." Although he knew not the secret of the handkerchief, it was his most valued treasure, onege could not afford to lose since he was a child, it was a handkerchief that he loved more than his own clothes. He tied it around her small wrist and planted a

Mr Foster’s precious vase was here, so he took the package from the delivery man and walked over to the study. “Sir, your vase is here,” Aaron announced, which made Declan walk over to a small table. He watched the private investigator unbox it and carefully put it on the table. The vase was a clay handmade brown vase with two handprints of the side. It wasn’t visually attractive, but to the billionaire, it was the most incredible item he owned. Aaron wondered why this ugly vase was so important but didn’t ask. “Thank you, Aaron. It’s more magnificent than I remember.” Declan stated and positioned it on the table.