Handkerchief Vase Novels & Stories

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.

He asked himself and waited if the spirit would respond, but he got no reply. He leaned his back on the couch and looked up at the floating chandelier. He just observed the lights, he slowly pulled out from his left pocket the pink handkerchief of Franziene and made it float directly above him using his power. Just having the thought of her makes him want to know more about her. As soon as the handkerchief liked itself in sync with how the chandelier was moving it slowly revealed some letters on the right of the crescent moon design. A loud knock on the door disturbed his focus towards the letters being revealed and he looked at the door. He looked back at the floating handkerchief but the l

I remained rooted to my spot for a while before sitting down and opening the folds of the green paper. When the final folds opened there lay a violet and emerald-coloured scarf inside it. It had been hand-knitted. The design was so delicate and intricate. Picking it up I found it to be very soft and I loved its feel in my hands. It was a perfect winter gift, she had been very thoughtful. I carried it back to our room and hung it in our wardrobe. Grabbing my silver nightie, I changed into it. Xynathius would be here soon and I wanted to be ready for him.

Below stretched a bottomless dark pit, filled only with wind that sounded like wailing ghosts. "No... No..." He reached out, trying to grab the figure that had fallen, but there was nothing—only cold snow. Suddenly, the wind carried a filthy scrap of cloth. It caught on a dead branch at the cliff's edge. Axel's pupils constricted. He crawled over while trembling. Ignoring the thorns that tore his hands, he grabbed it. A handkerchief. Though caked with mud and frozen blood, he recognized it instantly. It was the birthday gift Seraphina had given him five years ago. In the corner, she had embroidered a crooked little wolf. She had just started learning the craft then.

I read the note and is another one without a name. “I saw these and thought would look good on the vase in the dining room”, I read it and I look around to see the vase Roxy bought last week on the centre of the cupboard. It has fake flowers in it. Who the hell is sending me these? Last week I got a package with a perfume saying I needed a sweeter scent. I grab the flowers and put them in the sink with some water and then I close the window in the dining room pulling down the blinds. Whoever it is won’t be able to see inside now.

His droopy hair fell like a ghost that had just come out of hell. There is no woman next to him. The man returned to his inherent scrutinizing and thorough nature. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. Looks very simple, nothing outstanding. But its price was enough to make Daisy faint on the spot. Does a single handkerchief need to cost millions or not? Branded goods are branded, which brand is worn by that brand. The price of a small handkerchief is enough to buy a truck of all kinds of towels. The hobby of the rich. Daisy of the lower class refused to understand. Because in fact, even if she tried to understand, she couldn’t understand.

"Thank you. Uhm... I'll be in my room." "Sure." Ivy searched her drawers until she found what she was looking for. It was the handkerchief Alexander gave her, the day his car almost hit her. ~flashback~ Alexander used his handkerchief to clean her up and then gave it to her. "You can have it. Please take good care of yourself. Goodbye, and be careful."He said. ~back to reality~ Ivy trailed his initials that was inscribed on the handkerchief, with her thumb, and she sniffed the scent in. It still smelled just the way it did, back then.

—R Beneath the note lay a small collection of vials. Soap, oils, and a delicate perfume—each with the subtle scent of honeysuckles. Everleigh inhaled softly, letting the gentle aroma fill her senses. It was unlike anything she had smelled before; soothing and warm without being overpowering. The edges of the vials were delicate and perfectly formed, the labels hand-lettered. Her fingers lingered over each one, marveling at the thoughtfulness behind the gift. Her heart warmed at the thought, and she turned to the maids with a soft smile. “You may go now. Thank you for helping me prepare. This is… perfect.”

Hayley asked worriedly. Waverly smiled and shook her head, "If Joseph wanted to kill me, it would be as simple as killing an ant. Since he wants to treat my sight, I won't be in danger for the time being. The flowers smell so fragrant. How many stalks did you pick?" Hayley flashed her a simple and honest smile, "There's not much. I just got enough for one vase." She handed the vase to Waverly and it sunk in her palms.

"It's healing up well, they just want to make sure it's completely set before they remove it." That's a relief," Mom says, sounding pleased with my recovery. I nod at Mom's comment, appreciative of her concern. But then, her attention shifts to a vase in the drawer. She scrunches her nose in distaste. "Ugh, what's that ugly thing doing in there?" she asks, pointing at it. "Anne, can you get rid of that? It doesn't match the decor at all." I quickly stop Anne, "Don't touch it!" The vase, a souvenir from our trip to Vietnam, is special. It's a delicate ceramic piece, adorned with intricate patterns of Vietnam's lush landscapes in vibrant greens and blues. Serena had picked it out herself.