Kalung Hitam Di Leher Mga Nobela at Kwento

He kissed my hair again, then set me down. “Wait here, pretty vixen. I have something for you.” I leaned back against the pillows, feeling tired and sore and delicious all over, the soft ache between my legs and in the peaks of my breasts sweet reminders of his touch. He returned and knelt before me, handing me a black, leather box. I raised an eyebrow. “Open it. They’re for you, if you want them.” I lifted the lid, and gasped at what lay within. There was a thin, black leather collar and beside it a gorgeous black choker, dotted with winking diamonds, a tiny charm hanging from the front in the shape of a lock. It must have been worth a fortune.

Plus now stealing Hel right from under his nose. __Max__ Max’s lungs burned as he ran for all he was worth. The others were having a time keeping up with him. He wasn’t slowed down by much, he’d put the blade away. Shoved the necklace over his head knowing it wasn’t cursed to kill him or anything. Just a connection to Hel if summoned with it. So no worries there and less likely to fall off from below his shirt and around his neck than a pocket.

No response. Without ever looking at me, she circles in front of me and runs a bath in a large clawfoot tub on the opposite side of the room. With nothing covering her body other than what appears to be a white sheet, Two simply stares at the flowing water. When I see what she is wearing around her neck, my guilt only grows. I initially mistook it for a necklace, but now I see that it is actually a thin leather band with a silver loop wrapped around one side. A collar.

Lukas swiftly went to her to help her, but as soon as he touched her arm he was zapped by a black jolt of electricity. “I can’t touch her! What the hell is going on??!” I reach to her, putting my hands on her arms while she was watching me with terror-stricken wide eyes, as if asking for my instant help. “You can touch her….” Lukas murmured… “Quickly Bea, see if she has something in her mouth, try Heimlich!!!” Before I try to de-choke her, I have to see if there’s something on the outside that can be seen and I struggle in a second to peel her hands from her neck and then I see it. A long golden necklace, with a small scarlet pendant wrapped around her throat, like being tightened by an invi

“Could you see anything else?” Helena frowned as she searched her memory. “He wore dark clothing, I remember that clearly, there was also something around his wrist.” My heartbeat quickened. “A bracelet?” “I think so.” Said Helena. “Was it silver?” I asked. Helena looked directly at me before giving a slow nod. “Yes.” A cold sensation moved through my body. “And did it have a black stone?” Her expression changed immediately. “You know about it?” I nodded slowly. “We found a bracelet with a black stone connected to the investigation.”

Chapter 13 Lanie stood with her back to him, quivering slightly with anticipation. She heard a clicking sound as he opened the box, and then nothing for a few seconds. Something cold slithered around her neck, and she gasped, looking down. A gold collar with a single emerald in the center rested around her neck. Diamonds surrounded the emerald. Reflexively, she tugged at it. “Take it off.” “Relax.” He pulled her hand away, holding it at her side. “It’s just on loan from the Harry Winston store in the hotel.” Jason caressed her wrist. “Besides, it has a theft-proof clasp. You’ll never be able to take it off yourself.”

SHADOW “Take off your necklace. Take this one.” Zarah had another necklace in her hand. “Why, what’s wrong with this?” I removed the necklace she gave me. “This necklace is linked to me.” She put it around my neck. “It will send an alert to me if you are hurt. Don’t worry, I won’t know if you and Califf get kinky.” “Jeez.” I looked at the pendant. It was almost the same as the first one she gave me. “Thanks.”

They felt surprisingly comfortable on—presumably a sign of how much I hated every type of heels deeming as how their entire mission was to elevate me while making sure I was uncomfortable all through. Next, I was presented with a purse that could probably only fit only my hand and perhaps a tampon if I forced it in just enough and, as a final touch, a piece of jewelry, an Interlocked pattern of tiny chains looped together with a bright crystal clear rock in the middle was draped around my neck. My fingers assessed the stone. It was cold on my neck and harsh on my fingertips. Was it a diamond?

No bra. Black heels. High. Strappy. And a thin silver choker. Simple. But heavy around her neck. “Put them on,” he said. She dressed quick. The thong slid between her folds, already damp from the morning. The skirt hugged her ass. The blouse clung to her skin where it was still wet. Nipples poked against the silk. Visible. He stepped close. Fastened the choker. Fingers lingering on her throat. “This stays on,” he said. “Always when we’re out. Reminder.”

He didn’t speak again until they were on the bridge heading toward his building. “You are afraid,” he said. Not a question. She turned to look at him. “Yes.” “Good.” He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and withdrew a thin black leather collar—simple, elegant, with a small silver ring at the front. He held it out. “You will wear this at all times in private. It comes off only when I remove it.” She stared at it. He waited. Finally, she lifted her hair. He fastened it around her throat—cool leather against her skin, buckle clicking softly.