Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

An hexagon-shaped space, a work desk took the head position of the office, situated directly opposite the door so that Dennis would presumably be able to see whoever came in through the door the moment they did; and perhaps see the other operatives at work too as the position guaranteed him a vantage point to do that. To the left side of the office stood a small cream-coloured ceramic shelf holding everything from a jar of cowries to a figurine playing the African talking drum, to even an almost life-size ivory mask that if Megan's little knowledge of the African culture served her well was from the Benin Kingdom of Nigeria. He was an avid collector, she noted as she perused through them wit

We said our goodbye and I shut the door. I place them on the table and before getting back to work I examen the gift. The vase was a crystal green filled half way with water. While the out layer of the arrangement had white roses the middle showed a single pink and white orchid demanding attention. Around the orchid were a few pink camelias. I reached for the card but I was puzzled. There was no indications as to whom it was from. It only read To: Ava. I just chalked it up to a fan that admired Ava’s work and was too shy to include detail about themselves.

she replied with a faint smile, then resumed her task. “Oh,” Elizabeth responded quietly. The grand house was filled with valuable objects. Large ceramic jars stood nearly two meters tall, intricately carved statues adorned the rooms, and paintings radiated an air of history and artistic authority. “This vase is beautiful,” Elizabeth said gently. “It looks like an ancient relic.” “Yes, Miss. It is called a Qianlong Vase,” the woman replied, continuing to clean its surface with great care. “Madam Mawar purchased it about two years ago at an auction in Hong Kong. Its value… even my life would not compare to it.”

Celine explained. "What if I don't want to participate in the game if I were being chosen?" Katara asked. "You don't have any choice, but don't worry. In our house no one was being chosen, not even once." Dianna uttered, a moment later. Katara saw in front four people carrying the massive vase, it seems it was made of gold. There is some script written on it, also a painting of warriors that was at the top of the dead bodies and raising his sword. It was like it shows that the one the Ancient Vase chose is really strong that could kill a mountain of people.

At night... Oryx's eyes are on the torn-apart box that he ordered online. Her jaws clenched finding her favourite vase that she found after two months of searching on the floor, shattered into pieces. She was preparing to gift it to one of her Chinese friends who likes to collect antiques. " What did you do with my vase?" Her body shakes with anger, unable to hold it in. Liliana who is staring at the pieces of Vase looks up. " It's just a vase. I can buy you another one. Why are you glaring at me?"

' Darryl noticed that Kingston was still in doubt, so he said with a smile, "It was the colored glaze on the outside that strengthened the body of this porcelain vase. It made it last for thousands of years without any bumps and cracks." Gulp! One could almost hear it when Kingston swallowed his saliva. Then, he placed his ears at the mouth of the vase and listened carefully. "This... Is this really the Xueyan Promenade Vase?" After about ten seconds, Kingston's expression changed from doubtful to shocked, and finally, he looked at Darryl in astonishment; his voice became a little hoarse due to excitement. 'What?' ‘Xueyan Promenade Vase?’ The expressions of the antique store owners changed d

"This gentleman here knows his stuff." He had the vase appraised previously, and it was confirmed to be a genuine piece of late-Edo period Kutani porcelain. The old man peered at the vendor. "What's your asking price for this vase?" He looked eager, like he was about to seal the deal. Willa's heart raced, words teetering on the tip of her tongue. That was supposed to be their moment. Madeline was in the middle of a showdown, and she needed something show-stopping to flaunt.

My forehead crumpled when I saw the designs inside. "These are all related in nature. Mr. Menzel's not that fond of nature sighting, but we can include some of them." I showed her the brochure's page and pointed to the mini hanging vase that has veins on it. "I think this one will do for the ceiling's design."

When I looked around, I found that the blue-and-white porcelain vase with plum patterns, which was an antique placed beside the TV previously, was gone. Rosy had attended the auction in person and purchased the plum vase. She liked the plum vase so much that she had been treating it as if it were a treasure...