Never Lost Necklace Novels & Stories

I held back from throwing up. “Find another dog to play with. It’s not me.” “What about if I gave you this?” I turned in curiosity, seeing he bent forward in the grass, holding a little chain with two rings looped around them. I could recognize the sight of it, but also the smell of it. The woman slung it over her neck, pressing her fingers through the rings before drawing them down her naked body. “My mate’s necklace,” I growled. I couldn’t be sure how, but I know she lost her necklace in Las Vegas. Helen would still reach for her throat to stroke the keepsake, but it had been missing since Geoffrey and my father’s pack descended on us both.

Richard looked at me with unmistakable sympathy. "I know." "So someone has to." He hesitated. Then slowly nodded. "Your mother was wrongly blamed for something that disappeared from this house." I frowned. "What disappeared?" "A necklace." Callum blinked. "The Hawthorne necklace?" Richard nodded once. My confusion only deepened. "I don't understand." "It was an antique that had belonged to my grandmother." "It went missing one evening." "The staff searched everywhere." "No one could find it." Richard paused. "And because your mother was the newest person working on the estate..."

By the time I returned to our quarters, dawn was creeping across the horizon, and my eyes burned with exhaustion I couldn't satisfy. Something glinted on the floor near our door. I stopped, breath catching. A necklace lay there—a delicate gold chain with a small pendant shaped like a crescent moon. My hand trembled reaching for it. I knew this necklace. Had worn it for years before— Before Bloodstone. Before Laziel's rejection. Before I'd fled with nothing except clothes on my back and the will to survive. I'd thought it lost forever. Assumed it had been discarded with everything else Laziel deemed worthless.

Someone is doing this because they are trying to get to me, I'll make sure to behead whoever tried this nonsense. Diana is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I won't let anybody or anyone take her away from me, if I have to drive through the whole of Georgia to find Diana I'll do it. I sent Diana's picture to the special agent and continued my search. ****** "Where is the girl?" The head of the goons yelled. "We lost her" the goons fell to the floor and begged. "We are sorry, we chased her but she hid somewhere and that's how we lost her"

John’s POV He came home and threw the stuff on the kitchen counter. “Mira?” No sound. He tried again. Her jacket was gone, her shoes were gone, and there was no trace of her. He had only left her half an hour ago. She wanted to cook some Indian food for him and needed a few things. He ran upstairs, into his bedroom. That’s when the shock hit him. His safe was open and empty. The new watch he had bought was gone. A gold chain which was a symbol of his good old times, was gone.

It was alive with the sound of footsteps wading through the waist-deep water, their breath heavy, and eyes scanning the depths for a single object—the lost necklace of Alpha Rhaella. Steven StoneClaw stood in the waist-deep water, his powerful frame tense as he watched the flowing water with keen, vigilant eyes. The necklace was no ordinary trinket. To some it must have been, but to him; Steven StoneClaw, it was a necklace that holds deep value to his beloved. He mouthed the words spoken by Rhaella, trying to remember the specification of the necklace. A gold necklace, with the center endowed with a large white stone. The cold water lapped against his skin as Steven clenched his fists, frust

I nod, relief flooding me, and together we rush out with my two boxes and load them into her run-down car. It’s only as I’m about to step in the car that I fold my hands over my chest and realize with horror that my pendant is missing. “Shit,” I say, closing the car door behind me as Evelyn calls out to me. If it was anything else I’d have let it go, but that necklace is the last thing of my mother that I own. I run into the bedroom and desperately feel under the springy mattress until my fingers loop around cold metal. Bingo.

A bloody farewell note telling her to move on, to love someone *alive*. Elena tried to stand. Her knees buckled immediately, threatening to give out. She grabbed a nearby tree trunk for support, bark rough under her fingers, and forced herself upright. The forest spun for a moment. She reached instinctively for her neck, fingers searching for the familiar weight of the necklace. It was gone. Her hand froze against bare skin. No chain. No warm stone resting against her collarbone. The necklace that had bound her to the Harbor, to Roberto, to everything—was simply not there anymore.

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.