Misato Necklace Mga Nobela at Kwento

But my eyes fixed on the necklace around her throat. The Moonglow Stone. A sacred relic only the Alpha King's true mate is permitted to wear. It was mine. "Noelle." A flicker of something unreadable crossed Dexter's eyes when he saw me. "You're here." I didn't look at him. My gaze remained fixed on Jenica's throat. "The Moonglow Stone looks good on you," I said, my voice flat. Jenica's hand instinctively went to the necklace. She smiled, a picture of elegance.

"It’s all mine now. She’s gone and I’m standing here in her room, in her gown. That’s how it works, isn't it?" I did not answer. "You're quiet today." She studied me in the mirror. "You aren't mourning that girl, are you?" "No," I said. She held out a hand toward the table. "Then help me with the necklace. I have waited all morning for someone competent to fasten it." My eyes went to where she pointed. The Whitemane Luna necklace lay on dark velvet. Silver and moonstone, older than either of our packs. I had seen it once before. I had imagined my own hands lifting it. I had imagined the throat it would circle. In my mind it had been Halley's throat. Pale. Warm. Alive.

"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.

Kino smiled and nodded "She's missing Mr. Fugo and we can't contact her anymore, no trace of her anymore Mr. Fugo , so im begging if you found her please call me" while giving him a small paper. "And wait" showed Mrs. His sout necklace is Ronssonions with a pendant of a woman's face, it's small but it has a small crown and it's all crystalline. He gave it to kino and kino accepted it. "I give her like this, this our personalized necklace. Please if you found her call me" ngumiti si kino at tumango.

Misha said, voice rough, almost unused. I stared, stunned. He never talked about his past. Hell, I wasn’t sure he had a past. He moved through this world like it was something he’d conquered in a past life and came back only to rule it colder. “She used to wear a necklace,” he went on, voice softer now, but harder in other ways. “Tiny black pearls. Iron links. Not expensive. Not pretty. But it was hers. Wore it every damn day until the day she died. It was stolen.”

Francesco instinctively leaned forward slightly as even Mufasa stood up completely now as the lion’s muscles tightened and the atmosphere inside the room shifted heavily. The entire room fell silent around Francesco the very moment Mr Pietro revealed a necklace carved entirely in black, the chain itself was made of polished obsidian beads, each one smooth, dark and reflective beneath the amber chandelier light “this is amazing” Francesco said in his head as he looked at the necklace. The necklace did not look expensive in the ordinary sense but yet the moment Francesco laid eyes on it...he felt something strange and powerful.

Mason said after we broke the hug "Ok, what's this surprise about?" I asked excited. " You'll get to know but you have to close your eyes." He muttered. "My eyes are closed". I could feel Mason's hands moving around my neck. " You can open your eyes now". I opened my eyes and met a shiny beautiful necklace worn around my neck, with the inscription "Macey" on its pendant. Whoa!! Mason this is the combination of our names." I grinned. "Yes, I have mine as well do you like it?" He asked looking into my eyes.

I pull it open and my name winks up at me through carefully encrusted diamonds. I pull the necklace out slowly, my heart in my mouth. Truly, it reads “MIRA” with a little heart at the end – all done in diamonds and suspended by a silver chain. It’s so beautiful, it brings tears to my eyes, and of course, it comes with its own note.

“Miss?” The sudden voice makes me flinch. I look up to see two women, one a tall beautiful blonde in a fur coat, and with her is an older woman rocking completely silver hair, her ears adorned with ruby cabochon earrings. The young woman is grinning at me, pointing at my necklace. “Where did you get that?” she asks. “That’s absolutely gorgeous. That’s a paraiba tourmaline, right? I’ve been looking for a gorgeous necklace like that forever!”

As we were about to leave, me in a daze, really struggling to confirm to myself that it had all really happened, Kate, Alexis and Ma walked in. “Ah! Ada.” Ma swayed in her demanding way right up to me and instantly had me in a hug with three kisses. “It’s our turn.” She told me with that gleam in her eye. She then gently touched the new necklace around my neck. It was of a rose in full bloom in all different gold types per petal, a red ruby in the center and a couple of small diamonds throughout the rose pedals.