Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

He immediately took out his phone from his pocket and texted Alaia. "God, I'm so tired of reading." Jughead loudly grumbled, making cross-eyed expressions. He stood up from the sofa and stretched his arms, turning his neck left and right, working out the kinks. It was then that he accidentally slipped and his hand grabbed onto the nearest item to catch his fall, a 19th century antique vase from Japan. Annabelle gasped in alarm. The vase is worth millions and was a gift that her grandmother had received from the emperor when she was younger.

Rieka I was hiding behind the stage at the end of the banquet hall, taking everything in as I waited for the union to start. The long, antique wooden tables featured simple, clear glass pillar vases with faux flowers anchored in clear, iridescent glass beads, filled with water, and topped with a simple floating tea candle. Each vase contained a different-colored flower with a candle that accentuated it. The simple, relaxing look highlighted the fact that the tables were filled with pack members who were happy to be there and share the day with Jo, Sam, and Sylvia.

There were the ones gossiping. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Watching Evelyn and her little minions trembling moments ago had been oddly satisfying. I turned to look at the shattered vase and let out a sigh. Looks like this little accident is coming straight out of my paycheck, not that I cared though. “It's an original vase from the Qing dynasty.” A sharp, irritating female voice sliced through my thoughts. Ignoring Ember, who sat on the cushion cross-legged with a smug expression on her face, I headed to the kitchen to grab something to clean up the mess.

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

Susan is holding a white porcelain vase, and in it is a delicate blue flower. “This is it,” I say. “You’ve got good taste, Mr...?” She asks. “Petraki. Mr. Petraki,” I respond. She smiles as she places the vase down on the table. “This is a blue orchid, a very rare flower. It symbolizes uniqueness and beauty. I just got it shipped in from China. You’re lucky.” “I’m feeling lucky tonight,” I tell her as I hand over my card for payment. Gently driving so as not to break the vase of flowers strapped to my passenger seat, I imagine how Ruby will smile when she sees the flower and how she’ll thank me. I wonder if I’ll get a kiss again like the last time.

Perhaps from the items on the shelf, the painting and all the other decorative choices, I can understand this monster and make some sense of who he might be, even if only slightly. First, I examine the vases on the shelf. There are twelve of them separated from each other by about ten inches. Their equidistant placement in addition to the pristine condition of the room I am being held in tell me that this is not a messy monster. He likes his things in order. I wonder what kind of fit he might throw if I haphazardly rearrange these vases. I smile a little at this thought – being able to rile him up and turn his eyes red again. Before picking up one of the vases, the first one from the left, I

Surely, her mother wouldn’t have put the royal treasure in such a vulnerable position. “Glass,” Rona said, reading her mind. “Finely crafted. Imported from Antoinetta. Aren’t they lovely? The vases are filled with them as well.” Kit noted the containers she spoke of sitting on top of every flat surface in the room. They also contained purple tulips, one of Kit’s favorite flowers. “Everything looks wonderful, Mother. Somehow, you’ve managed to outdo yourself again.”

The boredom on her face would have deceived me if I’d not known that she is seeing everything as first-handily as I am. ‘I am taking that vase to Taksh Pack,’ I declare, admiring a pot in the corner. It is the most peculiar piece I have ever seen in my life. A square hollow figure studded with diamond and diamond-shaped glasses. Small bells carve figures in the centre while intricately designed flowers shimmer from a distance. ‘Along with your corpse, I suppose?’ Arin suggests, following my eyes. She raises her eyebrow at the marvellous piece. Her face is as bemused and disinterested as a nun in the church has ever been.

VANESSA'S POV The northern plot was the orphan of the garden. Where the main beds basked in full sun, their soil rich and dark, this patch was a stubborn, rocky stretch that caught the afternoon shade. It was here that the moonveil was supposed to thrive, according to a clinical assessment born in a sunlit room of pain.

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.