Kenickie Grease Necklace Novels & Stories

Azeebah's cooking. "What?" I grumbled. She pointed at the necklace on my neck. "I've been meaning to say over the days, but I just came across a page online that crafts jewelry like yours." "Really?" I said dryly. "Your older boyfriend, either he's lying or just being mysterious. But he didn't buy that necklace at a discount sale," she piped. "Was he?" I asked because I already knew it was customized. "That necklace is a customized 24-carat 30-gram gold going for a whopping six thousand dollars."

He didn't like how this simple necklace makes his heart beat wildly inside his chest. The necklace was gold in color. And it has a letter as its pendant. "R . . . Who really are you?"

“Now, hold still while I fix this dress for you - can’t have rumors circulating before we are ready.” Hendric took the same amulet he so conveniently used to produce goosebumps on Renee’s skin just a few minutes before into his hand again, the one he actually got from his grandfather just days before the ball, and held it up front. Making a gentle sweep with his other hand in front of it, the beautiful necklace instantly obeyed and the gemstone in it glowed a bright green light for a few brief moments only. Before she knew it, the dress was mended and Renee stood as fresh as freshly bloomed rose bud, as far as someone can look like a beautiful little flower with a soul as rotten as Renee’s.

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.

His hand brushed briefly against hers beneath the table. Grounding her. The tiny gesture shocked Elena more than anything else tonight. His father noticed that too. Interesting. “The relic preserves memories,” the older man continued calmly. “Especially painful ones.” Elena swallowed hard. “What exactly is this necklace?” Silence. Roberto answered first. “A curse.” His father smiled faintly. “A relic.” The correction felt deliberate. Like a challenge. The older man leaned back slightly in his chair. “The artifact predates our family entirely. Kingdoms fought wars over it centuries ago.” His eyes settled calmly on Elena. “The souls inside it were once powerful people.”

"Where is the necklace?" Fennigan walked up to his mother, placing a hand on her shoulder, but he gestured to Leela. That's what we need to talk about," he said. "It's not... on her anymore." Leela stepped forward nervously. She reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt aside. The emerald and moonstone gem, embedded seamlessly into her skin, pulsed with a soft, green light. The white star-flower tattoos on her collarbone seemed to shimmer in the garage lighting.

I laughed, throwing my head over the seat’s rest totally forgetting about the driver “So Gideon has talked to you about Shirley?” Rylee questioned, “No, He hasn't. I guess he doesn't want to talk about it, Maybe unbothered about it.” I said, “I hope he is unbothered, I still can't believe he went all out to make that necklace custom made with gold and a diamond,” Rylee said, talking about my necklace. It was the first letter of my name in a small capital letter and a small diamond on it.

And why now? “What do you want from me?” I went straight to the point and he sniffed before his eyes darted in all directions, seeming to look a bit uncomfortable. I studied him carefully. His hands locked in handcuffs where flat on his lap. “I wanted that necklace.” He said. His voice was a tad bit deeper than usual. His eyes finally settled on my chest but there wasn’t anything to see because the necklace was inside my shirt. “I saw it on your mother’s neck once when you were still little. It glowed once in a while when she was around you. Your aunt hated it, but I did my research and found out it could actually be sold for about 3 million dollars in the black market. We could’ve been mega

"Baby, please. It was an accident. I love you." Doesn't even deny it. "Oh, okay." I wiped my brow. "I was worried there for a second. I thought you meant to have sex with her. Silly me." The diamond jewelry box that his mother gave us as an engagement present flickered in the dim lighting, and before I could think better of it, I grabbed it and tossed it down onto the wooden floor. I never liked that woman anyway! "Neveah!" Heath warned, clutching the recliner's armrests. But after that punch, he didn't make any movements to get up. He's smarter than he looks. "Calm down, I'm sorry!"

Olivia quickly placed a hand on his mouth and said, "Shut up and listen to its introduction." Ethan was at a loss for words. Lydia widened her eyes in shock. She couldn't believe how much Ethan loved his ex-wife. The auctioneer was talking about the necklace's origins. Niko had spent a lot of time and effort designing it. It was made as a gift for his sister on her 18th birthday. It was part of a series that included a necklace, a bracelet, and earrings. But the necklace was the only part of the series left. The bracelet and earrings were missing. They would be worth more if the set were complete.