Novel Precious Novels & Stories

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

I take in a deep breath, lift the lid with a creak and gasp when I see the contents. My heart breaks into a sprint as I look down at the breathtaking, twinkling, diamond tennis necklace with a single diamond hanging from the centre, paired with two stunning drop-down diamond earrings. I tentatively trace my fingers over the jewels, at a complete loss for words. Never in my life have I ever seen or held something so beautiful.

“We are loosing,” I walked away as well to clear my head. I traced his scent to his study, looking through the books like there wasn't something catastrophic going on. “How can you read right now?” I asked, distracting him from the book. “There are over a hundred people out there, waiting to see you fall and you are in here reading books?” “Not just reading…” he turned the book to me. “... researching. This is the ruby we found, a priceless piece because it's not from our world,”

For a moment he freezes before understanding dawns and I realise if he hadn’t slipped up, he wouldn’t have mentioned the compass. He takes it out and hesitantly holds it out to me. “It is very precious, it helps me find sources of magic…” he says as I take it and hold it up in front of me, frowning when I see the tiny inscriptions with the design. There’s magic in it. “And where did you get this?” I ask, observing him keenly. He looks a bit uneasy. “Let’s just say I wanted it, and I won it in a bet against a stranger.”

A huge man crying over a girl. Why did I have to have sex with her at that club? Why did I come with her in the first place? Why did I have to protect her? Why do I care? Why did I love her so much that I had to get jealous of Max? There was never an answer to all those whys. She's just too precious, that's what it is.

But here is Percy, a boy who wears enough gold that it makes Darla almost nauseous with how much metal is present on his body; a man before whom all of her captors and perpetrators bow, as though he is their god. A boy who offers Darla his hand but never reaches over to take it without Darla’s permission. A boy who treats Darla like she’s something precious. And Darla has never been a precious thing. Even now, there are times when it startles her - how Percy calls her precious, as though she were something cherished and lovely and worthy of it. As though Percy, who has all the gold a man could ever want, a man who could command precious metals at the tips of his fingertips, nonetheless finds

“My goodness Varrick, I feel like I will be a walking treasure tonight.This outfit and everything, “ she gestured over her body encompassing her ears and feet “ cost a fortune. I feel like I am in a pageant again parading in front of judges because that is what I feel right now.” Devlin approached and held her gently on the shoulders, her bare skin under his touch causing an electric jolt down his frame. “You are a treasure Mabel, (my treasure, in his mind) Remember your promise to flirt openly with me and this is the perfect material. You are perfect!”

“It might be easier to get a table if it’s only you two though.” Beside him, Carla shook her head. “We have a reservation. It’s no problem.” She glanced at her watch. “They have the best au gratin potatoes here. That’s what you smell. And for dessert, you have to try the bread pudding.” Teri’s head dropped back, her eyes closed in pleasure at the thought of a sweet indulgence she seldom allowed herself. “That’s one of my absolute—” “Favorites.” A voice behind her finished her sentence.

Precious said dabbing glittery eyeshadow on my eyelids, "Jacob used to date Josephle." I could not believe what I am hearing. Actually, I could. That explained why she was all over him. "Really?" I asked, my ears had perked up like a mouse's. "Yes, of course." Precious' voice was dripping with pride. I know she was never found of me, maybe she was telling me that to discourage me from dating Jacob. And I could tell Luc was enjoying this. Did they plan to chafe me? Was that way they came?

A whole mystery; that even though I wanted to explore and unravel, I knew I couldn’t. “I’m not very much aware of my mistakes here, but I’d very much love to be enlightened.” I shrugged. “Perhaps over a drink?” “Ah, yes.” She handed me a long gift bag, that revealed a wine bottle. “This does need to breathe, after all.” “What is this?” I frowned at her. “A bottle of wine,” she shrugged. And looked at me with total confusion, as if wondering why I was even asking when I could see as clearly as she could.