Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

The bedroom seemed like a small temple, prepared for a ritual that neither of them had named yet. Hellen waited seated on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing a long black velvet dress that fell loosely to her ankles. Her bare feet touched the soft Persian rug. In her hands, a small navy blue velvet box, the size of a palm. Inside, something she had ordered weeks before from a discreet shop in Belo Horizonte: a day collar. Italian black leather, soft as second skin, with a discreet surgical steel ring in the front—thin enough to go unnoticed under a dress shirt, but strong enough to be pulled when necessary. No lock. No ostentation. Just subtle, everyday possession.

She cooed, retracting the onyx choker from inside the box. It was a custom-made choker from New Zealand with the inscription; JRL, Jocelyn’s new initials, artfully inscribed on it. “I'm glad you like it, my love,” I replied, lowering my gaze to her lips then leaning in to kiss her. After we disengaged from the kiss, she resumed the unboxing, bringing out a black leather mixed with pure gold harness, a frown etched into her face. “What is this?” She asked, and my heart warmed at her innocence.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Perhaps they can sense the storm and it agitates them in some way. It makes me glad I have protection while Ethan is away, even if it is Blake I must turn to. I sit cross-legged on my bed and examine the collar he put around my neck. It is black and featherlight, with a faint pattern on it made up of crisscrossing blacks and greys and other shades of night. It’s made of silk, and I run it through my fingers. At its center, there’s a black obsidian stone that absorbs the light from my candle.

she stands from the chair and walks over to the kitchen bringing in a tray with her she places it on the table pours two cups for the teapot and places one I front of me “just a special blend of calming tea dear I have a lot to share with you today” I take a sip and it’s a fine mixture of bitter and sweet with an earthy taste to it. The high priestess clears her throat. “My darling I need the pendant around your neck it was a gift from myself and coven the night of your birth but I need to take it back and replace it with this black tourmaline necklace the energy in your necklaces needs to be renewed and released. This necklace I gift you is to ward off any ill spirits, intentions or spells

Callum found me in the photocopy room, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoning my blouse one torturous button at a time. “Strip,” he said. “Everything off except the heels and the collar I left on your desk.” I hadn’t even noticed the thin black leather band until that moment. Velvet on the inside, steel on the outside, a tiny silver ring at the throat. I fastened it with shaky fingers while he watched, eyes dark. Then the clothes hit the floor, he clipped a matching black leash to the ring and gave one gentle tug. “Walk.”

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.”

Calypso was confused. “Nothing before I turned fourteen,” Calypso replied. Understanding dawned on the old woman. “And what’s that around your neck?” Elma Dae asked her. Calypso looked down and pulled the pendant from under the t-shirt. The woman gasped. “Impossible!” she whispered. The other people in the room were confused. “What is?” Dr Holt asked. “Where did you get that?” Elma Dae asked Calypso. “I’m not sure! I’ve had it my whole life and I can’t take it off,” Calypso replied.

The weight is crushing. My fingers wrap around the collar at his throat, the simple black leather I'd bought him weeks ago. But when I run my fingers over it, I notice something that takes my breath away. Symbols. Carefully inscribed upon the leather itself, so subtle that I've never seen them at all until this moment. They seem to have an inner glow, shining silver on the black leather. "What the hell?" I whisper, bringing the collar closer to look at it more clearly. The symbols aren't anything I've ever seen. Not numbers, not letters, but something deeper. Something older. They shift and change as I stare at them, reforming themselves into new patterns.

The black caught the light and seemed to glitter. “Wow, isn’t that one of Terux’s limited edition necklaces? I heard there are like only five of them in the whole world. My manager tried his best but failed to get them to make me the face of at least one of their limited edition collections.” Leah exclaimed behind her which made Nirvana jump because she wasn’t expecting her there. “And this chocolate… isn’t it from the company that requires special exclusive membership before you can get it?” Leah raised it, and Boris nodded after glancing at it.