Handkerchief Vase Novels & Stories

When I flicked the lid open, I found a set of high-quality men’s handkerchiefs. They were classic, white fabric, but when I looked closer, I saw the fine embroidery. My initials were stitched into the corners in a deep, navy thread. I picked one up. It smelled faintly of her sandalwood perfume. It was a human gift, thoughtful, practical, and incredibly intimate. In a world of claw and fang, this felt like an anchor to the man I was when I wasn't leading a pack.

Will do that later. I gasp at the sight of it. The vase was gorgeous. It was a bit oblong and had a pearl white shade throughout. There were delicate and elegant details of blue roses on it which looked so ecstatic. It had a fine golden border on the edge of it. It surely was breathtaking. Immediately grabbing the vase, replacing it with the one on the coffee table with some fresh flowers. I wrote him a letter back thanking him for the gift and that I loved it. Also hoping his father is now in good health.

She knew how refined Emily's skills in tea culture were and was wise enough not to put on a show in her presence. Emily looked at Jacklyn with genuine admiration. "You've got a great personality and are much more tactful than Penelope. Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. I did a little digging and found out you're also a jewelry designer." Jacklyn nodded. "That's right." "Well, I asked you over because I recently got my hands on this antique vase from the 15th century. It's incredibly rare, and I really cherish it. But there's a faint crack on it.

The boredom on her face would have deceived me if I’d not known that she is seeing everything as first-handily as I am. ‘I am taking that vase to Taksh Pack,’ I declare, admiring a pot in the corner. It is the most peculiar piece I have ever seen in my life. A square hollow figure studded with diamond and diamond-shaped glasses. Small bells carve figures in the centre while intricately designed flowers shimmer from a distance. ‘Along with your corpse, I suppose?’ Arin suggests, following my eyes. She raises her eyebrow at the marvellous piece. Her face is as bemused and disinterested as a nun in the church has ever been.

As Evangeline finished wiping her face with the handkerchief, she said, "Thanks for the handkerchief. You could've just used a tissue." Celina smiled warmly. "No worries. Consider it a token of appreciation for helping me clear my thoughts." A token of appreciation? A handkerchief? Back in her car, Evangeline found herself puzzled. Her mind kept replaying the strange look Celina had when she handed her the handkerchief. Could there be some secret hidden within it? Sitting in the car, she examined the handkerchief over and over. Other than a needle-like design embroidered in the center, it was just a fine-quality handkerchief, soft and smooth to the touch, but nothing special.

Her coldness made him feel more interested in her. His hand slid into his pocket, and he took out a white handkerchief. Violet's expression changed when her gaze drew to it. It was her handkerchief that she wrapped around his wound last night. She recalled taking it off before bandaging his wound. Then, when did he take it with him? It did not look bloody like last night with his blood. Instead, it looked clean as if someone had washed the piece of cloth. Her gaze lingered on the letter "V" on the handkerchief. It was right on the edge of the border.

scribbled on it. She sighed softly, fingers trailing over the crumpled petals with the kind of care that only came with years of learning how to handle delicate things. Graceful even in routine, she found a vase, filled it halfway with cool water, and began trimming the ruined stems with a small pair of kitchen scissors. When she lifted the basket to toss it out, something shifted underneath the shredded cellophane. Her brows pinched, hidden deep in the folds, tucked so carefully was a small, cream-colored envelope.

I closed my novel, looking up at him. He had a box in his hand and a letter on top. “This is for you, Ma'am.” “Thank you,” I said cheerfully and took the box. I placed the letter down. This time it was a bright pink with a love seal on it. Then I began to unwrap it and a small beautiful vase with a cover greeted my eyes. It was white decorated in gold and blue flower designs. My curiosity got hungrier and I opened it. A dark solid rested. I pushed my finger in, taking some out and it felt like ash.

He must have sent it by courier early this morning–which means he was with Mavis before dawn. Smirking, I set the box aside. I wasn’t even surprised anymore–Misha had a talent for blending apology with insult, flaunting his affair while also trying to come across as the better person. I’ll send it back to the jewelry store later. Maybe if Misha receives a refund check he’ll get the idea. My next surprise was in contrast far more thoughtful. In the center of my desk was a tall crystal vase. It was exquisite, clearly a collector’s piece, and likely a very old antique. From the ornate, delicate faceting to the gently applied gold plaiting in the form of climbing roses, it was simply breathtakin

Andrew takes over the zip bag from his assistant and shows it to us. I squint at the zip bag and see what lies inside, and I find it is a common pink handkerchief, yet it looks rather familiar to me.