Novel & Cerita Kenickie Grease Necklace

"A large corporation like the Gibsons' would have to be out of their minds to target small fries like you people." "I'd suggest that you refrain from putting on such flawless makeup and remove that necklace around your neck before trying to garner pity with your act." "You've got to be kidding me. She can't possibly be unaware that that's the necklace Dylan gifted his fiance, right? He won the bid for it at an auction for two million dollars back then. There are only three of its kind in the whole world, and this is the only one in our country." "No one in their right mind would risk their life to create a knockoff of this necklace. After all, the licensing fees for that design are exorbitan

He couldn't stand the sight of such a failure! Grace persisted, "If you lack funds, surely your partner has more than enough.Renee, this is about your Nana’s well-being. Consider it carefully." "I'll provide the funds,"Renee responded. "But I have one condition." "What is it?" "That silver necklace Catherine wore when she returned, I want it." Catherine had flaunted a silver necklace, initially believed to be a Hudson family heirloom. However, it turned out to be unrelated. "It's just a necklace, take it!"Catherine dismissed with a wave. She found the accessory distasteful, regardless of its material.

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

Dolores shook her head, and said: "We're not here to save you, we'll kill you if necessary." Sadie's eyes turned cold, she took out a necklace from her neck, and threw it at Marcel, this necklace was originally made by Marcel. Dolores knitted her brows, she knew that this necklace contained a ghost killer tool, but she didn't know how powerful it was. Sadie's eyes sparkled, she took out another necklace from her chest, this one was made by Marcel as well. Dolores gasped. Sadie's necklace was made of a golden metal, it looked like a normal gold chain.

The leather handgrip was frayed and tattered and one of the notches looked to be split. “Is that all that you have in remembrance of her?” “And this,” he said running his fingers over the necklace around his neck. It was a delicate filigree design of some silvery metal whose brilliance was unsullied by patina or wear. Evenly spaced around the necklace were four small black gems. It was of a close fit design set snug to the boy’s neck. Poe could see no clasp for the thing and wondered how it had been set. “There are some things we must do before we get to the road. First, we must get you some clothing.”

"You're my woman, dress you up a bit nicer so that I won't be embarrassed!" Mr. Marcus whispered in her ear with a wicked tone, and then pushed her away, saying, "Miss Jessica, let's go!" Jessica lowered her head to look at the necklace on her chest. Her heart skipped a beat once again. It wasn't her imagination - this necklace was a limited-edition treasure from Noblefull Group called Angel's Tears.

He wraps something metallic around my neck and clicks it into place with a soft snap. One more necklace as a gift. "Open your eyes," he commands softly. As I open my eyes, I gasp. In the mirror, a stunning rose gold choker is reflected. It’s elegant, like a high-end piece of boutique jewellery. It’s thin, but right at the centre, resting against my pulse, is a small, beautifully engraved letter: W. My fingers tremble as I reach up to touch it. To the outside world, it’s just a beautiful accessory, but to me, the weight of it is a brand. It’s a collar.

"I'm invited to Fashion Week. I'll wear that necklace then." "No!" Eugene stood up abruptly. The necklace in his office was a high-quality replica, made to fool her. If she wore it to Fashion Week, he would be exposed immediately. Seeing how strongly he reacted, Jacklyn hid the sneer in her eyes. When she looked up again, her gaze was full of disappointment. "Gene, didn't you once say you'd give me everything?" Afraid she might get upset, Eugene quickly explained, "Jackie, that necklace is for good luck. I can't just move it around. If I mess up the geomancy, it could bring bad luck."

Gwyneth leaned close to Eirene’s ear and whispered, “Give this to the Alpha. Just say it’s a birthday gift from you.” Eirene froze. “What?” she asked, confused. Gwyneth gave no answer. She had already stepped back, smiling widely. “Have fun,” she said lightly, as if nothing unusual had happened. Then she walked away and greeted another guest casually. Eirene stared after Gwyneth, bewildered. Her hand was still clenched tightly around the object. Slowly, she lowered her gaze and opened her fingers. Resting in her palm was a necklace. Its silver chain was thin and delicate. It bore a small, cylindrical pendant that she assumed was made of wood.