Never Lost Necklace Novels & Stories

Her tone sounded too honeyed, too phony, but I pushed the queasy feeling climbing up my spine aside. Just as I was about to put on the dress, something felt off. I went to reach for my neck… and hesitated. My necklace. It was gone. Panic washed over me. That necklace wasn't a bauble, it was the first gift Albert had given me when we said our vows on our wedding day. I never took it off. Where did I lose it? I turned to the artists at once. "Wait…I have to find something first." I started to comb the floor, the couch, even retracing my steps. My heart pounded.

More and Ever said together as they got ready to go to their Party. I groaned ripping my wig off my head!. The necklace was my father present, it was together with a bracelet. He had given it to me right before he died and sometimes I could hear him talking to me through the necklace. Now the necklace was missing!, I almost cried but kept myself still, I had a feeling I would eventually find it. And also, I still had the bracelet he gave me. I gave up looking for it and sat on my bed with my phone. There were several missed calls from my mother and brother. I immediately deleted my call history without bothering to call them back.

"YES." The bodyguard nodded, within seconds, they got into the car one by one, some of them quickly ran forward. ... On the way back home. After Lisa bought an orange to leave the road, she again encountered a traffic jam, the car was moving very slowly. She was not in a hurry, sitting in the back staring at the lost necklace for a long time in her heart of joy, not willing to put it down. What surprised her was that the necklace had been lost for eight years, very well preserved, the color was the same as before, not worn or faded.

I shouted at Shia who’s in the living room. “No, where did you remove it?!” “I didn’t remove it for pete’s sake, Shia!” I shouted out of frustration. I removed all my books in the shelf to find my necklace. I don’t know where I lost it! I just woke up without my necklace already! I can’t lose it because Dad gave me the necklace as his gift when I passed my application to study in the university I’m studying. I’ve been looking for it for an hour, I even looked at the entire house just to find my necklace but I got disappointed because I can’t find it anymore. I leaned my back on the wall as I slowly sat on the floor and bend my head.

“You need to rest.” I watched them go, and I could barely breathe. Fifteen years of searching, of wondering, of trying to find that little girl who’d trusted me with her life. Only to lose her again the moment I found her. Unless… “Lila!” I called after them. “Ask your parents about the necklace.” She paused, just for a moment. “What necklace?” “The one you were wearing that day. Silver, with a tiny ballet slipper charm. You said it was from your grandmother.”

Lily struggled to find the words to explain her deep anguish. “Is it that Mark boy? Did he hurt you? Did he do something to you?” she hovered her with questions. “No, no Mom it has nothing to do with boys” Lily assured "I lost it, Mom," she managed to mumble, her voice trembling. "It's my last memory of her, and I lost it." Lily paused and Mrs. Davis waited patiently for her to talk Grandma's necklace. It's gone," she finally said, tears flowing freely. Mrs. Davis listened attentively and understood the depth of Lily's pain. - she had lost the necklace her grandmother had given her for her 17th birthday, a gift filled with memories and love. The last thing her grandmother had given her befor

And if he has, do you like it. The words blurred before Chloe's eyes. She couldn't read anymore. She remembered it immediately — the skyblue necklace, the one her mother had treasured the most. The necklace that was now around Amelia's neck. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she clutched the letter tightly against her chest. "So..." her voice broke. "That necklace was always meant for me..." She closed her eyes as countless memories flooded back — the day she realized it was missing, searching everywhere for it, thinking she had simply lost it, only to find it months later around someone else's neck. Her breathing became uneven as one question echoed endlessly inside her mind. If her fat

And beside him… Was a little girl with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair, smiling like she didn’t have a single worry in the world. My grip tightened slightly at the old photograph. It has been sixteen years since then and I have never forgotten that day. Not the chaos, not the blood, or the way she disappeared. It was the way we had bonded like two people meant to be and the fact that I had given her my mother's necklace asking her to keep it safe and to always wear it because I wanted to recognize her in the future with it. How was it possible that the necklace was here now in the hands of an entirely different girl? What could have possibly happened?

, and she is sure that nobody has seen her wearing it within the hotel premises. Jon was a bit shocked. "The... The necklace?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. "The one you gave me on my nineteenth, you see Jon, I don't know what you may think, but I never wanted to lose it, as I've already lost you," she is becoming dramatic with her tone, but bit her lip and was trying her best not to laugh. "Oh, um. I didn't expect that you still have it. I'll do what I can, I promise." He was trying to assure her that everything will be alright. "Will see you in the morning, Viv. First thing," he hung up, trying to keep her calm. Stephanie was obviously frustrated, handed back his drink as he said, "Tha

I asked breaking the silence that gripped us both and hoped Leo, could enlighten me on how on earth this fancy looking necklace, ended up behind a really old looking portrait of a former King and Queen. “That appears to be the necklace of a Queen known as Alexandria, a necklace which was stolen over a hundred years ago and has yet to be found.” Leo explained in a more than dark voice taking a step closer to me to look at the necklace, where my eyes went wide and I stared down at this infamous lost necklace which sat on my hand. “If this was stolen all of those years ago, why is it behind this old portrait…hang on.” I asked now understating his shock as I went to take a look back to the portr