Never Lost Necklace Novels & Stories

When I recovered from the pain I started searching. Searching for what else have been taken away from me. What more do I have that they want? I tore through my chambers like a storm, drawers clattering open, chests overturned, fabrics spilling like wounded pride across the polished floors. My hands trembled as I rifled through one garment after another, praying the necklace would appear, tucked into some fold I’d overlooked. But it didn’t. It was gone. The delicate silver chain Kael had once fastened around my neck the only gift he had ever given me was gone.

She moaned as if she was in pain as she went through the pile of clothes she was certain she went through not more than twenty minutes ago. The tears could no longer hold itself back as she fell on her ass in the middle of the room that had been torn apart because she was searching for her necklace. Yes, the same necklace that Evelyn had given her barely three days ago. The same necklace that she had worn just once and was plastered on headlines all over the world. The same necklace that was the only pair in existence was missing and Iris didn’t know how. She woke up alone as usual and Ace told her Luca left for a meeting before they would have to go back. She hadn’t paid attention to the op

Her breaths were loud and shaky as she spoke. “You have a necklace.” she was looking up at him and once again it wasn’t Jyris she was seeing. She had lost her necklace in Gaya’s garden after her painful meeting with Eli. Tears welled up in her eyes the more she looked at him. She couldn't bring herself to look at the necklace, she was too terrified to. He hummed with a sad smile. “Plain wooden pendant. There is nothing on it to help me but I believe it is mine. It must be of precious value.”

Instead, she ran to the garden to pick up her cat, giggling as she disappeared from his sight. Thirdie remembered standing awkwardly by the door, thinking, What a strange girl. He had no idea then… she would be the woman who would hold his heart. Years passed. They crossed paths again at her graduation. He remembered clearly how nervous he was, carrying the small velvet box in his pocket. Inside was the key-shaped necklace he had won from an auction in the US. It wasn’t just expensive, it was priceless. A billion-dollar necklace, one of only two in the world. The other belonged to the Princess of France.

Lily asked for her. That was the problem. Seraphina had no idea where she had last worn the necklace. Even if it had fallen from her neck, she could have felt it. Unless, the reason why she didn't feel anything was when the packhouse was attacked, and she had fallen as a result of the bomb blast that threw her to the floor. Just as she recalled that scene, she sighed defeatedly. It was at the packhouse, she lost the necklace at the packhouse and she can’t go back there anymore if she wanted to.

Maybe I'm dreaming? Standing on my wobbly legs, I carefully bend over to retrieve the small oil lamp and slowly walk towards the man at the doorway. When I finally reach him, the stranger roughly pulls me out of the room and into a torch-lit hallway. I slam into the opposite wall hard and drop the lamp. The sound of shattering clay pieces echoes in the long passageway. "That's coming out of your wages also, you little slut!" the hostile man screams as if he's in charge of me.

In the middle was a glowing, thumb-sized ruby. Bobby's steps faltered, and he blurted out, "Eternal Love?" Xander examined the necklace. "Do you know about it, Mr. Baxter?" "Of course. This is the necklace worn by the Queen of Mardovia in the last century. It was lost during the war and hadn't been found until now. Where did you find it, Mr. Fulton?" Xander remained silent. Hazel answered, "It appeared last month at Kristina's."

"I didn’t. I truly forgot." "Then you must remember where you placed the necklace." After a moment of reflection, Josie remembered placing the necklace inside her clothes, but it vanished two days later. Thinking Yaslyn would never come back, Josie brushed off its absence. "I must have misplaced it," she admitted. Upon hearing this, a pang of sorrow flashed in Yaslyn's eyes. The necklace, a keepsake from her father and a memento from her mother, held immense sentimental value. Its unexpected loss deeply saddened her.

My heart kept beating for Sherman the same way it does for his brother". She was still contemplating when she heard a knock on the window. "Who could that be?" She asked herself. And gradually wane down the glass. "Take." The young man in a mask handed her an envelope. "What is the content all about?" Clara asked with it on her hands. "You don't need to worry; it was your lost items." The strange man told her. "Please speak to me." She insisted. The masked man pointed a gun at her. "Hey." Sherman intervened. On seeing Sherman, the masked man ran away.

Sterling quickly argued, "She's definitely just angry and hiding somewhere waiting for me to comfort her. She's so inconsiderate, throwing tantrums at inappropriate times!" Hearing this, Cale could only shake his head helplessly before organizing people to search for Arabella. Sterling slumped dejectedly on the couch, repeatedly calling my phone, but it remained powered off. Finally, Cale noticed something unusual in the house. "Wasn't there a teddy bear here? Where's the plush bear?" Sterling looked up and realized that the teddy bear that had occupied the center of the living room was indeed gone. As if suddenly realizing something, he ran upstairs like a madman and opened the closet. That