Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

"What do you suggest, Omar? Wood or plastic?" "Either one is fine, as long as it doesn’t break or splinter when it falls to the floor," Omar said, turning to pull something out of his backpack. "Actually, Camellia sent me these samples that she recently found and wanted to show you." "Camellia?" Deborah asked. "She’s my colleague, and she found a company that makes these," Omar said excitedly, pulling out a beautiful white vase with blue designs. "Oh, what a lovely ceramic piece," Eric said, noticing that his wife had taken the object.

Behind her, Aldor reminded her in an unhurried tone, "A client who's close with Mr. Kane gifted him this ashtray when Mr. Kane went on a business trip to France last year. It's made of natural crystal and costs 600 thousand... Union dollars." Stella shuddered and almost dropped the 600 thousand Union dollars in hand. She pursed her lips tightly and placed the ashtray in its original position. Then, she grabbed an ordinary-looking vase. Just as she lifted it over her head, she heard Aldor say, "That celadon-glazed vase was produced in the seventh year of The Yongzheng Emperor's reign. Mr. Kane's grandmother auctioned during her younger days. Back then, it only cost around 300 thousand. Over t

I turned my attention back to the display. As I moved along the line of pieces, one caught my eye—a tall, narrow vase with a glossy midnight base and a wild, flared rim streaked in copper and burnt orange. I froze. I knew that shape. I’d opened something just like it—on my wedding day. Damien had wrapped it in crinkled brown paper, grinning as I unwrapped it, saying, “This one’s messy, but it made me think of you. Passion and fire, remember?”

“See that antique vase in the corner? It’s a Hines family heirloom, one of tonight’s auction items.” I followed his gaze to a blue-and-gold porcelain vase sitting quietly on display, bathed in soft spotlight light, ancient and mysterious. The auction began. New York’s most renowned auctioneer’s resonant voice echoed across the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen! Up next is a rare treasure generously donated by the Hines family—a ancient sacrificial blue-glazed interlocking lotus double-ear flat vase! Starting bid: five million US dollars!” Bidding escalated rapidly, each offer a silent game of power. The Hines family sat in the front row, Robert occasionally lifting his hand to raise the price.

“Eight million three hundred thousand once… Eight million three hundred thousand twice… Eight million three hundred thousand thrice…” After the beautiful auctioneer counted to three, she hit the auction gavel on her hand with power and landed her eyes on Xyla. “Congratulations to this young lady over there, who successfully won the silver censer! You’re now the new owner of the silver censer…” Xyla was very satisfied to be able to own what she wanted. Soon, the silver censer was carried away from the stage and was replaced by the blue and white porcelain vase from Tang Dynasty. A strong desire immediately flashed across Mary’s eyes as soon as she saw that porcelain vase.

After carefully examining the vase, Annabelle smiled and said, "Actually, both of you are correct in some ways, but when it comes to the era of the vase, I lean more toward Miss Duncan's opinion." Mr. Duncan took a sip of tea and chuckled, "Please, Annabelle, go on." "This is a prunus vase, which could be used both as a wine vessel or as a flower vase. It first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, becoming popular during the Song and Liao periods. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was mostly used as a decorative item in imperial courts. In terms of shape and lines, the Ming Dynasty prunus vases are fuller and more robust, giving a sense of strength and solidness. By the Qing Dynasty, the proportio

she said confidently and paused to stare at the crowd briefly, expecting them to start cheering and chanting her name, but they were just looking at her. She proceeded to open the case with a practiced flair. Inside sat a tall vase…. Glowing faintly under the spotlight, etched with symbols and faded patterns. That was when the reaction she was expecting came. Gasps fluttered through the crowd and phones came up. Serena smiled proudly and continued. “This isn’t just any relic. Legend says the magical vase of Aeyros reacts to emotional energy…especially longing. It hums, it glows… sometimes, it even levitates.”

1. Losing her virginity! Manhatten, Alpha Damien's Mansion, “The ivory vase should go in the drawing room, it should contain lavender flowers. The metal vase with tulips below Alpha's portrait in the drawing room, and the azure urn vase on the table by the side of his bedroom door with black roses. The golden woman sculpture at the staircase side. The paintings bought in auctions should be hung in the drawing-room…. And, hmm, everything looks fine." Aurora put a right tick at the last pointer in the checklist she was holding as she examined the mansion carefully with her tired eyes.

Mr Foster’s precious vase was here, so he took the package from the delivery man and walked over to the study. “Sir, your vase is here,” Aaron announced, which made Declan walk over to a small table. He watched the private investigator unbox it and carefully put it on the table. The vase was a clay handmade brown vase with two handprints of the side. It wasn’t visually attractive, but to the billionaire, it was the most incredible item he owned. Aaron wondered why this ugly vase was so important but didn’t ask. “Thank you, Aaron. It’s more magnificent than I remember.” Declan stated and positioned it on the table.

Sebastien confirmed. “Well, shit. This is getting better and better.” Ryden shook and scratched his head, unable to believe what we were dealing with here. “And it’s worse, guys. He was supposed to use keep it as his collection.” “Is it a jar or vase?” “It looks like a Chinese— Yeah, yeah. It’s a red, maroon vase with symbols in it. I can draw it down later. The jar tipped off during transport, according to him because he didn’t trust the cargo. So it broke down.”