Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

was becoming a cage I couldn't escape, and every time the floorboards creaked in the servant’s wing, I braced myself for the Fox to reappear. I returned to my quarters after the morning nursery rush, a whirlwind of Leo’s interrogations about the tensile strength of the villa’s glass and Luna’s demands for glitter toast only to stop dead at the threshold. On my small, scarred wooden vanity sat a vase. It wasn't just any vase; it was Baccarat crystal, likely borrowed from the main dining hall. And inside it was a cluster of Black Baccara roses, velvety, deep crimson blooms that looked like they had been dipped in wine and shadow.

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

"It's healing up well, they just want to make sure it's completely set before they remove it." That's a relief," Mom says, sounding pleased with my recovery. I nod at Mom's comment, appreciative of her concern. But then, her attention shifts to a vase in the drawer. She scrunches her nose in distaste. "Ugh, what's that ugly thing doing in there?" she asks, pointing at it. "Anne, can you get rid of that? It doesn't match the decor at all." I quickly stop Anne, "Don't touch it!" The vase, a souvenir from our trip to Vietnam, is special. It's a delicate ceramic piece, adorned with intricate patterns of Vietnam's lush landscapes in vibrant greens and blues. Serena had picked it out herself.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but saw that although Sasha had returned to her usual nobility and coldness, she tightly grabbed the bouquet of roses in her hand and walked to the antique shelf, picking out a porcelain vase. "Joel, go and add some water to the porcelain vase." Awei: "......" He was stunned and took the porcelain vase in Sasha's hand. This is a blue and white flower worth millions, and it was actually used as a vase by his eldest lady? Is there anything more outrageous in the world?

Lauren helped herself and Ursel up the three lighted steps to settle on one of the sofas, looking carefully puzzled at the Arabic decor of the place, I easily accepted its fascination because I loved everything that diversity represented. All... On the side of the sofa, close to the small wall that separated them from the direct breeze from Rio, there were three resistant vases in black tone, burning stones and illuminating the environment that tended to mystery by candlelight. Karila just sat elegantly beside Christine who looked anxiously embarrassed to have her cheeks suddenly red in her aged expression with slight wrinkles, but Karila paid no attention to the woman's start, and naturally

Behind her, Winston said unhurriedly, "Mrs. Murillo, the ashtray was given to Mr. Murillo by a close client on his business trip to Fariburgh last year. It is made of natural crystal and costs 100 thousand dollars." Chelsea's hand trembled, and the 100-thousand-dollar-worth ashtray almost slipped out of her hand. She pursed her lips and put the ashtray back. Then she picked up an unprepossessing vase on the desk and just raised it above her head when Winston said, "This vase is hundreds of years old. Mrs. Murillo bought it when she was young, and it cost just about 50 thousand dollars. After all these years, the vase should be worth 500 thousand dollars by now."

“Those are the star gazers. Pick out a few others that you like, and I’ll be right back.” He picked out a few flowers that he thought would go with the ones she had pointed out. Reese knew enough to know that some were roses. He was pretty sure that at least one was a tulip. But most of them just made him think of his mermaid. “Those are lovely.” The woman said coming back in with a large pink crystal vase. It was smooth with an etching of a mermaid sunning on the rocks. On either side of the vase were handles in the shape of mermaids.

“Good evening, Mrs Vandal. What a great gala you've organized. The decorations are lovely. You’ve outdone yourself.” Marcela’s eyes flash at my comment but her smile doesn’t quite reach them. “Why thank you, dear. You look lovely tonight, as usual. The dress does wonders for your…figure,” she says, letting her gaze travel up and down my body. My own smile tightens but I keep my expression neutral. I let my eyes dance around the hall until I catch sight of a set of beautiful urns. The urns are a pair, glazed with a deep red and decorated with intricately carved designs of flowers and leaves.

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.

" Raeleigh was completely stunned by the situation. It seemed that Rayan was going to go all out on Jacky. Something bad was bound to happen if this went on. "I don't care about Mr. Whalen's orders. I will protect Jacky no matter what. Whoever dares to touch him is my enemy." Santiago stood up and walked towards the door. As he passed by the entrance, he smashed the vase at the door. Zorion turned around and said, "That's the Emperor's vase. It's made of blue and white porcelain." Raeleigh stared at Jepherson curiously and wondered what Zorion meant.