Handkerchief Vase Novels & Stories

She was about to use the item she just crafted as part of honoring Margaret's death, but she changed her mind right then. Back in the basement earlier, Tirana had crafted a small vase imbued by synthesized elemental energy. The vase was filled with various seeds and ground flowers as catalyst for the energy, and it was meant to enhance longevity of white stargazer lily bouquet she brought. She wanted the scene of Margaret's death to be beautiful just as she was in life.

"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."

It looks like this printer is from the Japanese era, lechugas. "Corrine, you left your handkerchief." Jenny handed it to me, so I took it. "It seems that it's still important to you because you and Eli's initials are still embroidered on it." Because of what Jenny said, I immediately looked at the handkerchief where the letters E and I were embroidered. "He is the one who wanted us to embroider a handkerchief with both of our initials. Still I don't know his reason but still, this handkerchief holds a lot of sentimental value for me. So thank you very much for giving it to me, ah? "

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.

The vase was about half a meter tall and it had now been broken into two halves and a pile of fragments, which was really a pity. Suddenly, he noticed a hidden compartment at the bottom of the lower half of the vase. He hurriedly reached in to grab it and he retrieved a small wooden box! Never did he expect that the vase had a mysterious secret compartment in it! The signature spatial feature of the Yuhuchun vase was that it had a small opening with a large body. The wooden box was obviously two or three times larger than the opening of the vase, so it could be concluded that the box was not stuffed in the later stage, but it was built into the vase when the vase was made!

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.

There are so many of them that captured my attention: body shaped vases, glass-blown flowers, cherubim with colourful wings and dozens of trinkets. I am enthralled by the different accessories that sat on the velvet cases. I draw near it and gasp as I see what is inside. One is a simple leather bracelet with an engraved drawing of wings which can actually be split. One is larger as the other was smaller. It reminds me of Gabe and also the little bean inside of me. It will be perfect for them. I smiled and proceed to pay for it though after paying, another thing caught my attention, which is a flute. I stared at it for a while losing myself in a memory that has once hunted my dreams.