Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

He must have sent it by courier early this morning–which means he was with Mavis before dawn. Smirking, I set the box aside. I wasn’t even surprised anymore–Misha had a talent for blending apology with insult, flaunting his affair while also trying to come across as the better person. I’ll send it back to the jewelry store later. Maybe if Misha receives a refund check he’ll get the idea. My next surprise was in contrast far more thoughtful. In the center of my desk was a tall crystal vase. It was exquisite, clearly a collector’s piece, and likely a very old antique. From the ornate, delicate faceting to the gently applied gold plaiting in the form of climbing roses, it was simply breathtakin

Liana was curious. "I got him an antique vase. I bet he'll like it because he's into antique stuff and porcelain!" Betty fiddled with the pink diamond ring on her finger smugly. "Oh. Which era is it from?" "It's a Victorian-era vase." "That's pretty recent. I'm not sure if that's good enough for a birthday gift." Liana blinked innocently at Betty with her carefully drawn eyes. Liana continued, "You know, Jasper spent four million dollars to win the bid for a set of Georgian-era porcelain drinkware at a charity auction! He'll gift them to Grandpa. Don't you think your gift will pale in comparison?"

Sebastian continued to ask. "It's this!" Norman said. He pulled out a photograph. There was a porcelain vase in the photo. Although it was only a photo, there was an ancient air about it, and the scratches on its surface seemed to be a show of how many years it had weathered. "This is a vase with a dragon and phoenix pattern, made in the official kilns of the Mornan era. It has a history of ten thousand years. "Apparently, this treasure can also absorb spiritual energy. If it's kept at home, it can extend life and make the homeowner impervious to diseases." Norman related the history of the antique with relish.

Expensive in a way that didn’t need explanation. Jaden wandered closer, eyes wide with admiration. “These are beautiful,” he said. “They look… old.” CEO Han smiled, clearly pleased. “China. Japan. Korea. Original pieces. Historical treasures. I collect them.” “That’s amazing,” Jaden said, stopping in front of one particular vase. It was white porcelain, veined with gold patterns, streaked with deep red designs that looked unsettlingly like dried blood. “That one,” Jaden said softly. “It’s… different.”

I smirked watching the fear on their faces. "Madam please no---" the head maid pleaded and all of them also make sad eyes. Awww so cute I'm melted with their puppy faces. I walked towards the round table placed near the gate from where I entered. And you know what's there? Mrs. Anderson's most favourite and beautiful vase imported from China. Seems interesting right? I started tracing my finger on the edge of the vase. The maids watching me helplessly with pleading eyes. I continued doing my little play and push the vase with full force by my same finger.

I started to look around again and saw a really beautiful vase and without noticing I walked toward it. " Wow.." I forgot to blink when I the vase closely. " Imperial Yangcai ruby-ground with carved openwork 'phoenix scene' revolving vase. " I turned and saw the man we are looking for last half n hour. He looked like a guy in his late 30s but really attractive personality he has.

Luna mocked him. Dustin just smiled without saying anything. After everyone made their selections, they took the chosen items to the organizer for an evaluation. “To finalize your purchase, you’ll need to pay an additional fee based on the item’s actual value,” the host said. Dustin handed the porcelain vase to an elderly appraiser, who examined it carefully and said, “This is a porcelain vase from the Imperial Era. It’s valued at 800 thousand. You’ll need to pay an additional 200 thousand to claim it.”

She also followed her as well, and discovered the strewn-apart pieces of a vase. Bria was very shocked by the appearance of the vase, her rage rose to the top of her head as she yelled, “What have you done? Do you know that this is a rare imperial porcelain vase from Saint Petersburg? This one is one of Russia’s most expensive vases! You moron!” She vent out all her anger, and all of her employees were terrified by her sudden reaction. No one dares to talk. She simply tweaked her hair out of frustration. “We’re very sorry Ms. Villin. This will never happen again.” Nico, one of her staff dare to speak.

"A design division within Vale-Cross Global. Not merch. Not souvenirs. Home goods. Objects that carry weight." Aurora turned the pages slowly. Her fingers traced a drawing of a chair. "You drew these?" Aurora asked. "I designed them. Marcus helped me with the joinery specs." "Marcus knows about this?" Liam asked. "He built the prototype," Hope said, nodding at the vase. Liam picked up the vase. He turned it over in his hands. It was heavy. Solid. The glass was embedded with flecks of copper wire. "It's... substantial," Liam admitted.

she said, chin jutting out defiantly. "I've seen ones like it at the flea market maybe twenty bucks, tops." Twenty dollars. Grayson nearly laughed out of sheer disbelief, except his face hurt too much to risk it. "That is an eighteenth-century hand-painted rotating vase worth over a hundred million dollars, and you're telling me it's worth twenty. Unbelievable." And it happened to be the crown jewel of his entire collection. Isla's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the number. A hundred MILLION. For a VASE.