Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

Liam glanced at the vases and considered them before he replied, "If you're going to put it at the office, it's better to pick one that's more classy and durable. I think vintage porcelain vases are very suitable. Why don't we check those out?" Celena pondered for a moment and thought that Liam was right. With a smile, she replied, "Alright. You do think about everything. Let's head inside to take a look." Both of them walked into the store and looked around. Celena noticed the pair of porcelain vases at the side and thought they were pretty, so she took a few more glances. The store owner saw that he had customers, so he went up to Celena and said with a big smile, "Gosh, you have great tas

However, Horace said, "Next, let's welcome today's mysterious guest and the two blue and white porcelain pieces he brought!" When Horace finished speaking, he closed his eyes. He feared that the Gerd family would become the laughing stock if the person did not show up. "The blue and white porcelain vase, Twin Dragons Playing in the Sea, and the porcelain plate, Unicorn on a Lotus, will be auctioned together!" Boom! When the mysterious voice appeared, the entire place exploded. They noticed a figure hidden in a black cloak appear on stage with two large boxes. When he opened the boxes, everyone could see what was inside.

she said, “I would like to go and make my breakfast now.” Crystal got up without waiting for an answer, but Mike stopped her. He said, “Wait a minute, Miss Smith, there are still some procedures to be done.” Procedures? - her mind reeled now?!?!!? Crystal turned back to the table as Mike began to lay out some other papers on the table. As he placed them where she could see them, he explained what they were: “This is the authentication certificate for the Night Lotus Vase, which is celadon and belongs to the late Yuan Dynasty and the early Ming Dynasty. This one is for the Multi-colored Peach Pattern Olive Vase, which was produced in the Kangxi period. And this is for the Banana Leaf Hollowed

I feign a cough to cover my chortle and take my eyes off her perfectly molded behind. “Madam Ouma will be with you shortly,” she says and leaves the room gracefully. I can’t help but follow her with my eyes as she departs. Damn, that ass was grandiose. After she is gone, I take a seat on one of the couches and wait for Ouma. I take the time to drink in my surroundings. A heavy gold-encrusted vase catches my eye. It has crystal studs around its base, and I find myself wondering how much I could get for such a piece at a pawn shop. I wish I had brought a bag to slip it in before I leave. With the sale’s profits, I could have managed to accrue a bottle of the finest cognac, along with rolling t

A porcelain vase with floral embellishments stood on a piece of velvet cloth draped over the counter. When Trevor saw her, he said, "Holly, come on over." She walked over. Trevor gently nudged the vase toward her. He asked, "Do you know where this vase is from?" She knew that he wanted to show her off. The vase was a status symbol in the royal court. It was delicately made, with an elegant curved neck and floral details on the handles. The main flowers on the vase were roses. The craftsmanship was top-notch, and the colors stood out brilliantly.

It was as if the sylphs had just come from a shift to purify the air for her, and her alone! Her heart, which was hammering animatedly in the covers of her ribs, jiggled as her tour in the room extended. On her right, beside the bed, stood a golden vase, its surface gleaming as the sun landed its kisses on the still water. Inside of it bloomed a bouquet so delicate and alluring to the eye; it seemed almost too perfect for this world. Ophelia’s eyes widened with wonder, while a gasp slipped past her lips as she leaned forward, drawn to their magic before her.

More of his sarcasm? But the vase was different. Made of rustic, dark ceramic. And inside, there was not an explosion of colorful petals, but a single flower. Strange and magnificent. Its petals were such a deep red they bordered on black, with long sepals that extended like claws or… bat wings. It looked like something out of a gothic dream. It was an orchid. A Dracula Vampira. My heart leaped. Only one person knew of my strange fascination with rare and somber orchids. Only one person would use such symbolic language.

M: You mean Blood Moon? Mark rolled his eyes standing near the window observing how Kavyaa was looking worriedly down at the vase she accidentally broke. Ethan followed her dark brown eyes and smiled down, answering her previous question. . . . "Hmmm? I wonder if you can fix a vase that is from the 1600s?" The new smooth dark voice, said startling her yet again. "Six...Sixteen hundreds?" Kavyaa went to kneel down to gather the priceless shards. Ethan tilted his head in curiosity.

Little did she know, the vase was not an ordinary item. The manager said, "You broke our Celestial Jade Vase. You have to pay us 100 grand." "100 grand?" Summer and Kelly exclaimed in unison. The broken vase looked like a low-quality toy produced by a toy factory. How was it possibly worth 100 grand? Kelly questioned the manager, "Are you trying to take advantage of us? That broken thing costs 100 grand? You might as well rob a bank."

The soft, warm glow from the overhead lights casts a gentle glow on the delicate pieces, enhancing their elegance. For a moment my headache cleared I swear. I walk closer to the first shelf and find myself mesmerized by the exquisite vases. Their slender forms rise gracefully, their smooth surfaces inviting touch. Some are adorned with intricate patterns, while others boast a simplicity that highlights the natural beauty of the clay. The colors range from earthy tones to vibrant hues, each piece with its unique character. How on earth will I not fall more in love with him, he stood by the corner, scratching his head while looking at me, nothing intimidating about his aura at the moment, rath