Kalung Hitam Di Leher Novels & Stories

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

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.

'It’s just Marc’s power play and mind games, how he’s boasting to me that he can sacrifice pawns and knights and even queens (if Elodie can be called a queen). But Elise...‘Oh, Moon Goddess,’ he prayed. ‘One male can only handle so much when it concerns his love life, even if he happens to be the Alpha King!’ But then he remembered his mother was buried with the same necklace made of ruby rose and emerald leaves. ‘Or perhaps mother could have another one with a locket style?’ Kal remembered it was a choker-like one, and not a locket. But then, he also remembered not giving anyone jewelry, let alone a necklace.

Something tiny and metallic drops out and skitters against the wood. A chip. Smaller than my fingernail. He swears softly. I look from the chip to the coat, then the necklace. "Tracking devices." Therian's face goes blank with rage. That is somehow worse than if he shouted. "He said no claims," I murmur. Bram gives a humorless laugh. "Rich men call leashes accessories." I pick up the pendant carefully, holding it by the chain. It is cold and lovely and ugly in exactly the way Eviil is ugly, refined enough to disguise the appetite underneath.

So it's definitely not possible. The panic passed, she was finally overjoyed when she discovered that the jewelry was very valuable. A necklace, a bracelet, a pair of earrings, although made of ordinary gold, handmade, but with black gems to highlight, even more noble, delicate and floral. rate. The necklace consists of two chains joined together, studded with black gems, below hanging a heart-shaped black stone. The bracelet is also completely made of gold, black stones are delicately attached to small stars, the design is quite similar to the earrings next to it.

I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Open it." I picked it up cautiously, flipping the lid. Inside lay a delicate necklace, a thin dark gold chain with a small, flat disc pendant. "It’s beautiful," I whispered, tracing the pendant with my fingertip. "Where did it come from?" "Somewhere that doesn’t have a traditional retail address," he said smoothly. I looked up at him, deadpan. "Black market." "The man who made it doesn’t use that term, but… yes." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter. "Put it on."

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

And it looks like a leash should be attached to it. The river of diamonds he gave me after I rooted out Carlo’s treachery felt like a collar because of its weight. This one doesn’t bother pretending to be anything other than a noose. The manager moves to help me try it on, but Dominik waves him away. "I’ll do it." Dominik takes the choker and settles it around my neck while I lift my hair out of the way. It fits perfectly, as if it was made for my measurements. The weight of it is shocking. It presses against my collarbone, against my windpipe.

But this time he only stood there for a moment, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “What?” I asked, folding my arms because the silence was doing too much to my pulse. He moved then, but not toward me. His hand reached beneath his shirt, and when he pulled it back, a leather cord slid over his head. Something silver swung from it, catching the low light from the lamp beside his bed. A ring. Not new. Not polished. It was old silver, heavy-looking, weathered dark in the grooves, with the Black Daggers crest worked into the face. It didn’t look like something bought for decoration. It looked carried. Worn. Kept close.

he softly and nervously asked and I did not immediately notice that he was holding a black box with a necklace inside of it. I could not quite see what the necklace looked like because I was just looking at him from the mirror and to get him to leave this room right away, I just nodded. He quickly went behind me and gently put the necklace on me and that was the time that I clearly saw the whole features of the necklace. It is a gold necklace and it has a water drop pendant which made my forehead creased. Water drop as a pendant? Of all numbers of pendants, why water drop? What is the meaning of this?