Obsession Jewelry Novels & Stories

I asked, because I wanted to be certain that I heard his words correctly, but not because women could not be jewelers, or anything like that. “Yes. It was a lady. A very gorgeous lady”. He said to me and was smiling from ear to ear, like someone who had won the lottery. Though, in actual sense, he did win the lottery because of the huge amount of money I paid him for the wristwatch. The same wristwatch which made me become obsessed with purchasing it for myself. Indeed, I would like to see the face of the jeweler who was responsible for my obsession. Ting. My cell phone made a notification sound, making me look at Desmond.

"I want to get something special for my Luna. I don't want to get her a necklace because she already has one. I was thinking of a bracelet, but I know she doesn't want one that is too flashy. Can you help me choose something along those lines?" She smiled warmly. "I think I can help you with something." She then led me to a showcase that had numerous bracelets of all shapes and sizes and colors. She bent down and grabbed a small black box from under the showcase. She placed it in front of me but didn't open the box. "Now this is a very unique piece of jewelry, it was commissioned 20 years ago but the person that ordered it never came to get it." She then opened the box, and I was absolutely

I felt the colour looked a little off so I had it packed for further investigations. We were about to leave when Jake saw a bracelet in the sand. He picked it up and when we inspected it, we saw an inscription inside it. The inscription was written in an ancient language but at the end, there were engraved images of a howling wolf and a black moon. We brought it back with us along with the discoloured food. We were about to take a bypass into the Crimson Rose territory when we smelt blood. We all spread out and saw a woman gasping for breath.

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"We can't, Nick. You don't know the kind of man my father is. My internship will be cancelled. I'll never get to step outside. You'll never see me again." Nick turns quiet, and I know he's reconsidering. "Then I guess we won't tell him." He says finally. "I'm not letting you go so easily." His words warm my heart, making me smile. "So this is between us." I say. "Besides, I want to know what he wants. Like, why has he made me his target? Who is he? What does he want from me?" "Things like this stem from obsession." Nick answers in a strange voice. "I think he's obsessed with you for certain reasons. We just need to find out why."

Seth said as he brought his hand to his chest. He balled his right palm in a fist and hit his chest loud enough for Mrs Larson to hear. "Don't do that, you will hurt yourself." She said as she tried to remove his hand from his chest. In truth, the only things that Mrs Larson care about after people that weren't her son was jewelry. Most of her single piece jewelries could buy other rich people's wardrobe single handedly. What started out as simply adoration and appreciation for beautiful things turned to be an obsession.

Leo’s breath froze in his lungs. The hand. Long fingers. The specific way the thumb pressed against the knuckle. And on the little finger… a ring. Heavy platinum. Set not with a gem, but with a flat, polished disc of obsidian, inlaid with a tiny, almost invisible sliver of ruby. Unique. Unmistakable.

“Dangerous doesn’t even begin to cover it. She’s… she’s obsessed, Rosy, obsessed with someone who can never be hers. And now she’s threatening me. Threatening everyone, including herself.” Rosy’s gaze hardened, eyes narrowing. “I saw it too. The way she looked at you… like she could burn the world just to claim it. She’s not just obsessed with George. She’s obsessed with power, control, and winning, she sees this as a solution. And she’s already planted herself back in your life, trying to stake her claim in Jewel’s world.”

She turned to the counter, pointing at an expensive diamond necklace displayed under glass. “Bring it out,” she commanded. “I’ll take it. And make sure the entire floor knows it’s mine.” The staff scrambled to obey, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the necklace. It sparkled brilliantly, drawing stares from other customers. Obetta slipped it around her neck, admiring herself in the mirror. Then, deliberately, she turned back to Abigail and Maya. “You see,” she said sweetly, “this is what true class looks like. Not scraps of silver, not childish trinkets. Power. Wealth. Prestige.”

Dominic's fingers gently traced the mark on my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Would you like to go ring shopping?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, unable to speak. "I know a place," he said. "Crescent Jewelers. They're known throughout the Northern Territory for their unique designs." At Crescent Jewelers, I was initially drawn to an extravagant diamond ring that sparkled under the display lights. "This one's beautiful," I said, pointing to the ostentatious piece. Dominic nodded but didn't comment. As the jeweler showed us more options, my eyes fell on a pair of simple, elegant bands. They featured small diamonds embedded in a delicate pattern that resembled ru