Obsession Jewelry Novels & Stories

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

“I asked one of the old jewelers in the city about it. He recognized the design.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “What did he say?” I asked. “He said the stone itself is unusual. It is called obsidian glass, but the setting is older than anything currently being made in Silvercrest.” “How old?” “Possibly several decades.” Replied Gabriel. I stared at the drawing. “So the bracelet could have belonged to someone long before any of these people became involved.” “Exactly.” Said Gabriel. The thought unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. We had been looking for one woman, one conspirator, one person who might explain Peter’s warning, but perhaps the bracelet represented so

He was such a complex man. "What do you think obsession is?" he asked, locking his stormy eyes onto mine. I was caught off guard by his question. "Obsession?" "Yes," he replied immediately. No hesitation. No smile. "Well, I think it's uh..." I chewed my bottom lip. "An unhealthy fixation. Like the... the strong influence. A compulsion. The desire to have full possession of something or someone," I explained, carefully selecting my words. "It can also be linked to mental illness."

The meeting immediately kicked off, I took notes as they talked, and every now and then, Mr Voss would look at me and a small smile would touch his lips. The investor's assistants wheeled in trays covered with black velvet and unveiled a collection of stunning diamond jewelry. Mr Anito took out a diamond necklace, which was one of the most beautiful jewelry I have ever seen. Sunlight caught the stones like it was glass. “This...” he said with a proud smile, “....is our most expensive design. It's custom-made and only one of a kind.” Mr Voss studied it for a moment. Then, without a word, he took the necklace from Mr Anito.

" I kicked her again and took the small bottle in her hand to examine it closely. It was a potion of some sort and you didn't have to think too hard about who it was from. These two sluts are really persistent and they simply refused to miss any opportunity to create difficulties for me! My father ordered someone to bring the Omega down, and I quickly contacted the jewelry store and told them to bring some jewelry that had not yet been presented to the general public for retail. I turned my head to look at the jewels that had taken me days to finish, trembling with anger, but the time for the jewelry exhibition was getting closer, and I couldn't lose my mind at this time.

There wasn't a single piece of jewelry on display. "I'm not a jeweler. I'm a person who specializes in medicine. There are types of medicine, such as bracelets, rings, and also necklaces, that can drive away negative energy if used. These things are very expensive and rare, so only certain people can afford them. I don't have enough money to stock up. If someone places an order, I'll ask for payment in advance so I can buy all the materials with that money." The old man explained briefly. Shane nodded in understanding.

Jay explained to her meaningfully, “Angeline, whether or not the shoe fits, only I know. In this lifetime, you’re the only one for me.” Angeline abruptly smiled at him. “Then, do you still want the jewelry?” Angeline asked. Jay replied unhesitatingly, “We have to get it back.” Angeline was starting to feel that Jay was overly obsessed with this jade jewelry set, so she was slightly curious. “Jaybie, is there anything special about this set of jewelry?”

The stitches on my hand were very uncomfortable and I couldn't wait to get rid of them. My parents had a lot of backlog from their law office so they locked themselves in the upstairs office early and were catching up. Ezra was very punctual and knocked on the door exactly at the time he said he would. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, he was standing in the doorway and he looked ravishing, he was wearing gray pants, a white shirt and there was a very expensive black watch around his wrist. So far everything was fine, but he had brought his briefcase of supplies. For god's sake. I didn't even want to see his instruments of torture.

It's the third year since my wife, Joyce Sinclair, cheated on me. I spread her intimate photos with her male assistant, Bryan Long, on the internet. Then, I doused myself in gasoline and threatened to drag everyone down to hell with me. Bryan's so scared that he flees the city that very night. I think I've won. However, to settle my lawsuit and cover the damages, my older sister, Rachel Lovett, sells her house and takes out high-interest loans. In the end, the burden becomes too much for her, and she jumps from a high-rise building. Her voice is hoarse in the recording she leaves me. "That's enough, Ray. We've lost everything. Mom and Dad have aged overnight, and I can't take it anymor