Never Lost Necklace Novels & Stories

Even then, I did not forget to carve a wooden statue of her as her birthday gift. This was my promise to her. From her very first birthday, I would carve a wooden statue for her to record her growth. But when I gave her the last statue, she accepted it with obvious disdain. The whole time, she was grumbling. "The pearl necklace from Keith is worth so much more than this. You're so stingy." That was why I decided to forget her birthday. "As I said when I left, Serene, there's nothing between us anymore. Please don't call me again."

I just lost the necklace, the only identity I had as the Graysons. I went to sit on my bed and tried to remember all that happened earlier today. So I know where to go and look for it. I took my mind back to the funeral. How I stood next to Adrian and watched them perform all the necessary rituals on the corpse and then unzipped the purse and took out a wipe. The necklace was lying in there when I opened the purse, and that was the last time I saw it. I sprang up from the bed; I must have lost it in the courtyard since it isn't in here or in my purse.

I explained. Sympathy blossomed in her eyes. “I'm so sorry, Sarah. I hope you'll find it.” “Find what?” Philip Corbin's voice startled me as he suddenly appeared behind my back. I turned around, and he smiled. Then he sidestepped me and reached for the glass of whiskey from the bar counter. “Sarah lost her necklace somewhere in the museum. It was all she had left of her biological parents,” Oliver offered. Mr. Corbin's brows rose. “Really? What did the necklace look like?”

I felt the rush of betrayal, and all I wanted to do was teach him a lesson he would never forget. My hand instinctively went to my neck, where I always wore the necklace that belonged to my mother, the one thing I had left of her. It brought me so much comfort and when I woke up, one of the first things that I noticed was that my neck felt too empty. But when my fingers brushed my skin, I felt nothing. My heart stopped. The necklace was gone. Panic seized me immediately, my mind racing as I tried to remember the last time I had it. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. The last time I lost it, Beck had destroyed it when she made me dance to her friends, and I had barely managed to fix it.

Bodies collided roughly with each other but it was over within seconds. My thoughts flew to my necklace and I had to touch my neck to make sure it was still there. It was gone! ‘My necklace!’ I almost screamed as my eyes scanned the ground. ‘I-I can’t find it.’ ‘Calm down…’ Giselle held my hand. ‘It must have fallen…’ I was almost frantic. ‘I need to find it…’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Giselle remained calm. ‘I’ll call my friend. He runs a lost and found here in the market. Let’s go meet him.’

A light sighs escape his mouth as his mind wander back to the necklace and how it meant so much to him. The necklace is the only item of his mother that he possessed. Seeing it around his woman reminds him of his mother, even though he was still a kid when his parents died, somehow he still remembers what his mother looks like while wearing that necklace and he so much cherished it. More than anything. He once lost a part of it to a stranger, and he couldn't believe Melanie would give out the last piece freely without feeling any remorse. Does she not have a heart? “I could swear Melanie would never do such a thing to me,” he sniff, sending back the tears that were threatening to fall from t

She looks confused. "I guess I must have missed it. They're not easy to find without knowing what to look for." She drops down next to Leo. "We'll get the serial number and find out who it belongs to." She shrugs. "That'll have to wait till morning, we can do this all later." She said before latching the gate before she and Leo disappeared back into the house. 'Goodnight Hetty, see you tomorrow.' I mock them to myself. Oh well. Not much I can do about it for now. I climb back in the cot and close my eyes, ready to see what the morning brings.

My breath was coming in short gasps. "Where is it?" I whispered. "It was right here. I know I was wearing it." Flint came back into the room with a bowl of water and a white towel. He saw me searching the floor and stopped. He did not look worried. He looked calm. "The necklace is gone, Lola," he said. His voice was flat. "I have to find it, Flint," I said, my voice rising. " I can't lose it. I need to go back to the hall."

I let out a choked gasp, dropping my keys. I had lost this necklace at my high school prom, six years ago. I had cried for weeks over it. It was the last thing my mother had given me before she passed. "Is there a problem, Ms. Vance?" I whirled around. Julian was standing in the doorway of his office, his coat over his arm. "This," I said, holding up the necklace, my voice shaking. "I... I lost this years ago. In another state. How did it get here?"