Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

He saw a tall and thin ceramic vase on the floor, broken into two parts, and many small ceramic fragments all over the floor. Judging from the size of the fragments, he could see that the broken vase was a Yuhuchun vase from the Tang Dynasty. When he grew up in the Wade family, he was quite knowledgeable about antiques and the likes due to the constant influence and education. At a glance, he could tell that the vase was genuine and it could make up to several million in the market value. It looked like his father-in-law was in big trouble this time. In the VIP room, a middle-aged man said with a gloomy face, “Mr. Wilson, we bought our Yuhuchun vase at five million dollars. Since you broke i

Take those porcelain platters back to the kitchen, you useless idiots! Cynthia Vane screamed, her voice echoing sharply off the glass ceiling of the Vance mansion's private solarium. I told you the orchids had to be white, not light pink! Do you want the Duchess of Valmont to think we are running a common garden show? Madam Cynthia, we changed them three times already, the head maid whispered, her hands trembling as she adjusted the silver tea service. The floral vendor said the premium white imports were completely recalled this morning by the customs authority.

I slightly pulled the curtains, inviting the beautiful view of the garden and the pond joined to it, the colorful fishes swimming around. Beside the huge glass window was a white wooden study table with a small pot of cactus above it. There were some books on it too. Beside the study table was a plant stand with ten pot plants arranged on it neatly, the pots were of brass. At the top was that 1.7 million dollar plant...um...what was the name again? Orchid....it was something Orchid? Which Orchid? Senzhen nongke Orchid....right. Now the plant was inside the small brass pot. The roots were pushed inside the mud. The whole plant theme was cute.

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.

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.