Kenickie Grease Necklace Novels & Stories

Ashley smiled, “If it makes you feel any better, I am young and I don’t understand it either” “He was the sweetest candy, inside an ugly wrap, inside a very fine packet", she said with a smile as she twirled the crescent neckpiece on her neck, it was made out of pure steel and although it had seen years it was still shiny, “He gifted me this when he asked me to be his girlfriend”, her eyes lit up at the confession, “I couldn’t take it off, it was a piece of him I could keep forever and I kept it...”

“The necklaces have tiny gold medallions on the clasps. They can be engraved, if you would like?”

"And thanks for the offer." "I wish there was more we could do," she mumbled, then abruptly straightened. "I almost forgot. Hold on." She rushed from the room and returned moments later, kneeling by Brady's chair. "Fiona, Kaida, and I have our pentagram necklaces, which I've spelled for additional protection. I made these for you guys."

I stepped close, my fingers brushing against the warm, soft skin of her neck as I carefully wrapped the heavy chain around her throat and fastened the secure silver clasp. "This necklace is magical, Lillian," I whispered near her ear, my voice deep and incredibly serious. "It has been passed down through the Alphas of my bloodline for generations. It carries an ancient, defensive charm. I need you to promise me that you will never lose it, and that you will never take it off tonight. It is bound to protect you and help you when you least expect it." Lillian reached up, her delicate fingers gently tracing the intricate silver patterns and the cold, glowing blue stone resting against her colla

The silver crescent moon that dangled from the necklace was tarnished, covered in hardened grease and ashes. Dad stared at the small piece of trash that lay in his palm. Then, he brought his palm closer to his face and stared at the necklace. For a long while, he didn't move his gaze. A dry, feral roar tore through his throat. He couldn't stand anymore, his body folding as his knees hit the expensive mahogany floor with a heavy, resounding thud. The necklace flew out of his grip, skidding across the floor and leaving a thin trail of grease in its wake.

- She sighs and then agrees. ______________ DIMITRII!!! She-she Exclaims calling him-Take the pistol. - He agrees and then in a matter of seconds returns with a strange electronic gun. "Give me your arm." I look at it with an expression of astonishment. - Calm down little fighter girl, that's not a big deal, it's just a tracker with a wire, it'll be under your first skin, so we'll know where you are at all times. - Through a loud sound "CLACK!" I let out a muffled cry as the gun injects the device into my flesh, but I stop myself as I feel worse pain, Katerina laughs at my pain and then releases me to walk with Dimitri around the base.

I slowly made my way toward it and bent down to inspect it. It was a silver necklace with a blue gem inside the holder. The centre gem illuminated a bright light, which I somehow hadn't noticed before. What kind of a necklace is this? I wondered to myself. I held it closer to my face and the sharp part of the pendant just barely cut the side of my finger. There was a bit of blood that accidentally smeared on the blue gem, but nothing major so I wasn't worried about it.

But Aunt Vera reached out to me and pulled me by my hair, holding me down as Jackie took off my necklace and hugged it to her chest, celebrating her victory. “Is that not the Walkers Necklace that has been missing for over twenty years now?” someone asked from behind us, startling us. I guess she was headed to the party when she spotted the necklace. She alerted some guards, and they came over and viewed the necklace, confirming that it belonged to the Walkers, the Alpha’s family heirloom.

"Mister's wish is to acquire both the earrings and the necklace. Since they form a set, why not present them together?" The head of the antique house hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Since everyone seems to be aware, there's no harm in revealing it now." In no time, the antique house brought out the highlight of the day, which was a Victorian necklace. The necklace was displayed in a protective glass case. The entire piece was a flawless, vibrant green, with each bead perfectly round and smooth, as if they had been meticulously crafted to be identical. In comparison, the earrings suddenly appeared less significant.

This was only a matter of time. What mattered now was securing her place beside Keith—once she became Mrs. Sinclair, she had plenty of ways to draw him back in. With that thought, she glanced toward Caleb, then leaned closer to Keith. “Keith, don’t you think the necklace around Mr. Jensen’s neck looks familiar?” Keith narrowed his eyes. A casual glance was enough for him to notice it. The necklace looked almost identical to the one around Autumn’s neck. Were they wearing matching pieces? Before he could sort through the thought, Vivian continued, “That pink-diamond necklace is a limited edition. If I’m remembering correctly, the women’s version is the one Autumn has been wearing.