Kenickie Grease Necklace の小説・ストーリー

"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.

Kennedy rolled her eyes, wondering if rich people had nothing tangible to do with their money and if that was why they've decided wasting it was a better option. She couldn't. Not with these people. She stood up, ready to excuse herself from the crowd. Just then another display appeared. This time, Kennedy's attention immediately sharpened. She sat down back, her eyes pinned to the object of her interest. It was a necklace. Elegant. Simple. Beautiful. One of the few things she specifically loved to get. She imagined it on herself and smiled at the image that popped up. Damn, it would sit on her neck like it was tailored for her.

I frowned as Unice said this to me. What exactly happened there? I didn't hurt Unice; I just wanted to prank her, not to hurt her. I turned on the flashlight again, and when I looked under the television's drawer, I saw something glowing. I took it and examined it; it appears the necklace is a high price accessorize. It was absolute gold and not a forgery, so I put it in my pocket and was about to go to Unice's room when I realized she was frustrated with me.

"Explain this first" I reached into my pocket and pulled out the necklace, it burned my skin even through the fabric. My necklace was unique, it was made of silver and the chain revolved around dark rocks. I couldn't confuse him with another even after everything I told him the other day. I’m sure he knew it was mine and he still hid it from me. "That necklace is poisonous, you're sick of it," was the blank expression on his face. His words and his calmness made me even angrier.

The middle-aged woman removed the necklace from her grasp and let the object float. With alacrity, Nicko caught the necklace he had just bought for his wife with one hand. The necklace must not fall, he was afraid that no scratches on the pendant when it hit the marble floor, and they know that this was a diamond. *** Slightly disappointed, Nate and his mother left the Daisy Windsor residence and began splitting the road. “You haven’t succeeded yet?” Ellen asked her son who was at the wheel. “No, she’s a lot of trouble. May he still give us time,” he said hopefully.

“Let me see.” When Lillia’s voice echoed, Maera responded immediately, passing the parchment over. At first glance, Sharee looked like any other governess, beautiful and composed. Her expression carried the faint polish of someone accustomed to authority, while her dark hair was drawn into a tight, immaculate bun that did not allow a single strand to escape. But the neckpiece at her throat betrayed everything. It was no ordinary trinket. A string of tarnished silver coins and dark stones rested against her collarbone, the centre-piece carved with a sigil so old its meaning had likely been forgotten. Her neckpiece looked as though it had been passed down for generations.

He then takes off the necklace he’s always wearing: a simple gunmetal grey circular charm on a thick woven string. “Nikolai, I can’t… your mother gave this to you!” I stutter, but he shakes his head and places the necklace over my head. The pendant rests right in the valley between my breasts and feels cold to the touch. “She also told me to give this to the one chosen as my mate, so think of it as a gift from her. It’s made of tungsten and is the strongest metal you can get - hopefully, you’ll see it as your good luck charm as well.” He says, touching the circular disk.

We kiss for a full minute and she’s the first one to pull away. “Hold on.” She reaches inside her purse and extracts a necklace. It’s a gold necklace with a gem in the middle, made of precious stone. “I want you to wear this. It’s one of the charms my aunt brought back from her trip to Africa. It’s heavily warded and should protect you from nasty attacks on the rink. I want you to have it.” “A good luck charm” Aiden accepts it from me and puts it on. He tucks it into his gear. “I love it, Twinkles. Thank you.”

She struggled with it, awkwardly twisting to reach. "Let me help." Carl was suddenly behind her, his presence enveloping her with a warm, masculine scent. She clenched her fists, trying to stay calm. His fingers grazed her back as he pulled up the zipper, making her swallow hard. As he finished, she felt something cool around her neck. Looking down, she saw he had placed a necklace on her. "Uncle Carl, what's this?" "A dress accessory," he replied nonchalantly. Renee lifted the pendant in her hand. It was a piece of jewelry carved into the shape of a rose, the vibrant red shades melding perfectly with the form as if it had naturally grown that way from the stone. The craftsmanship was exquis

At the center of the necklace rested a majestic imperial jadeite- its signature deep green hue radiantly clear, untouched by even the slightest impurity. This centerpiece made the necklace all the more precious. Gasps of admiration echoed throughout the room as the crowd fell in love with the piece, quickly driving the bidding up to $500 million. Sigourney gazed intently at the necklace, her eyes betraying a clear fondness. She picked up the bidding paddle beside her, about to join in- when Theodore, ever perceptive, leaned in and asked softly, "You like it? Do you want it?" Theodore carefully studied Sigourney's expression and noticed how her eyes sparkled, fixated on the necklace, nodding