Obsession Jewelry Novels & Stories

"I know that you'll have to sweat frequently in the dojo in the future. Jewelries that are fragile are not practical for you, and too expensive for you to wear it every day." "That's why I specially made this set of silver ornaments. I designed it, and I made it myself." "This is the only one in the world." "You can wear it, throw it, or break it." "If you lose it or break it or don't want to wear it, you can come to me directly. I can work overtime to design a new one for you." "Is that okay?" Beau's deep voice matched with his current gentle movements, as well as the deep affection in his eyes. Eliza was rooted to the spot.

She turned to Tim and said gently, “Mr. Roberts, let me introduce my design now. First of all, I changed the turquoise to obsidian. Black can make people look mature and stable, and it’s suitable for elderly people.” “At the same time, obsidian goes with everything and is popular among young people. Second, the style of the previous design of this necklace was too old-fashioned, so I used the tassels to connect the obsidian and the chain. Now the whole necklace looks chicer. And this brooch...” In the following minutes, she introduced her design in detail, including what modifications she had made to the previous design, why she did that and why the modification matched the requirements of c

The air itself smelled like money, floral and expensive. All my own jewelry had been handmade—a polished river rock on a string, a little braided bracelet of spare leather, and one anklet made from twine and a chipped sea shell I thought was pretty once. I'd never even touched anything like this. Robbie walked ahead and pointed at something behind one of the display cases. "How about this one?" he asked, nodding toward a delicate silver ring set with what looked like a piece of opal carved into the shape of a crescent moon. "I think it might suit you."

"Help me wrap this cufflinks along with it.” After hearing this, the attendant’s smile on her face became even more intense, and she immediately opened her mouth excitedly, "You have a really good eye! This pair of cufflinks is exquisite and in limited edition, the center is set obsidian, around is some diamond embellishment,no matter what style of shirt,it can be very good with it." Andrea listened to the attendant’s explanation with a faint smile and did not speak. At that moment, a female voice sounded behind her "Ms. Aguero?"

It’s to be expected, I guess, given she’s never truly had a childhood. We walk into what looks like a jewellery store, but it doesn’t look like an overly expensive one. Sasha walks towards the counter to speak to the owner while I browse. There were beautiful timepieces on display, and I contemplated buying one for Michael to say thank you for everything until one particular timepiece caught my attention. It was jet black, and the label said it was made from obsidian ore, with silver and gunmetal inlays. But that wasn’t what caught my attention; it was the engraving on the edge of the face:

he commanded, upon noticing how her eyes were dropping down but she was conscious because he was around her. "Sleep," he closed her eyes with his palm and she let him. Once again the room was silent. And in that silence, he held her hand, fixing the ring on her hand. He was infatuated with her. "I won't let you go anywhere," he muttered, staring blankly at the ring. And the whole night passed with him staring at her with callous eyes. The soulless eyes, sometimes, would let an emotion quiver through the orbs. The emotion that hinted taking a pure possession on her masked by the relentless obsession coursing though his veins. For her. Just her.

He averted his gaze at me as if he felt that his friend Kairos was murmuring his murder plan in his head as he stared at the two of us and watched us talk. "So, you came here for an engagement ring, I assumed? Your wedding band is almost done. Just the final touches and it will be on its way." I didn't need to ask. It's crystal clear that Hyunjin owns Silverio Stones. I've heard of this brand of jewelry before. It became popular for their dainty and unique pieces some of which were personally crafted by the owner which is him and if it's hand-made by him. It automatically costs thousands to millions of dollars.

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

He has been sitting here for over an hour turning things over in the specific way he turns things over, which is directly and without softening the edges, because that is how he thinks about everything and he is not going to stop doing it because the thing he's thinking about is uncomfortable. He has known obsession since before he had a name for it. He had looked at it early and called it what it was and never flinched from the truth of it. He was obsessed with her. That had been clear and simple. He'd filed it correctly and kept going. He had known possession the same way. She was his. He'd been certain of that before he had any reasonable basis to act on it, before she had any reason to a

I tried to sound casual, not cruel. We spent two agonizing hours at the jewelry store. He kept pointing to massive, sparkling diamonds. “This one looks like a spotlight, Reinna! You need something that shows the world you're taken,” he said, holding up a huge square-cut stone. I just stared at it. I could only see the stone weighing down my finger, weighing down my life. “It’s nice, Elvis, but maybe… simpler?” I suggested, trying to steer him toward a small, less dramatic band.