Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

I stated. The vase costs thousands of dollars. I saw it once as an item in a bidding party and from how it looked, I know that this one is the real deal compared to its replica displayed in an art museum. The price starts from fifty thousand dollars and the one who won the bidding bids two hundred fifty thousand dollars. In short, the vase itself is a fortune.

Things here spelt modern and had the sleek fresh scent of being so fragile that you were scared to touch it. Turning my eyes back to the shop, I surveyed the small shelves, the variety of flowers all taken from the gardens spaning the grounds. The surrounding enclosure was made of glass including the door giving view to the inside of the shop from any angle. At the counter, there was a glass case that held different vases, all of different sizes, colour and designs. My eyes narrowed on one that seemed to be made completely of gold and I moved closer inspecting it. “Like what you see?”

"We're digressing, Ella." She only nodded and smirked. "We are, and you are right. I think that is one of the reasons." "What is the other one?" Ella sat up and went over to the window. She grabbed the vase and handed it over to me. I laughed softly. "The vase is some kind of voodoo shit?" Ella frowned. "No Angelina. The vase is not some piece of bad magic." I nodded at that and cocked an eyebrow up at her. "Duly noted. Carry on."

Of course, he would also shift the blame onto Larry. The latter was already unable to fend for himself, much less look after his wife. Indeed, it seemed like a feasible plan. However, Cherry's hand brushed past the porcelain bowl toward a porcelain vase instead. The vase budged the slightest bit and fell straight down to the ground, sending scattered pieces all around the room. Apparently, Larry's grandpa had spent 500 million to auction for that porcelain vase. It was said to be a “secret color porcelain”.

--- Back inside the exhibition hall, the appraisal portion of the evening was drawing to a close. “And now, for our final piece of the night, a special item brought to us by Mr. Walter Collins.” At the host’s announcement, a staff member carefully carried out a velvet-lined tray and placed the final piece beneath the high-resolution cameras. The presentation case opened. Under the bright lights sat an elegant pale-blue porcelain vase with a long, slender neck. Its proportions were graceful, the glaze soft and luminous. Delicate patterns of smooth, flowing lines on the surface gave the piece the subtle depth and age of genuine eighteenth-century porcelain.

That was when Sarah stood up, her confidence and knowledge of the vases shining through. "Excuse me," she said, her voice clear and strong. "I can explain the significance of each vase to you." The clients turned to her, their faces filled with interest and appreciation. Sarah began to explain each vase, one by one, highlighting their unique features and histories. "This purple vase, for example, is from the Qing dynasty and is considered one of the rarest and most valuable Jade vases in the world," she explained. The clients nodded, impressed by her knowledge. As she continued to explain each vase, their admiration for her grew.

"Which vase should I use for this entrance area?" Jessica rushed to speak up. "I think the vase with the flower design is perfect. The peonies on it are so lifelike, and the glaze is beautiful. I remember you really like peonies, Mrs. Zeller. This one would be ideal." Carla nodded, smiling warmly. She then turned to Serena. "Serena, what do you think?" "I actually think the plain green porcelain vase would look better. If I'm not mistaken, it's an antique from the 1200s, right?"

Grace’s smile gradually stiffened as her gaze shifted between the Baccarat crystal vase Julian gifted her and the one Lucas Carter had just presented. Her expression grew increasingly serious. Because Lucas had gifted the exact same vase. "How is this possible? They both gave the same thing? An antique like this is already incredibly rare—how could there be two?" "I’ve heard of this vase before. There was only one ever recorded, right? It was auctioned off years ago to a mysterious buyer for an astronomical price. It’s supposed to be one of a kind!"

00If she had a suitable job, she still wanted to work and didn't want to rely on him to live. 00After walking home, Yuri found a vase as soon as he entered the house. She bought the vase at home, which was not expensive but very beautiful. The sharp glass vase was as shiny as a crystal. She took the glass and put the stars in it. 00She put it next to the TV cabinet, and the room was filled with a sweet smell. 00She reached out her hand and touched it lightly. A smile appeared on her lips. 00Shen Jianchuan came over and stood behind her to look at the flowers and said, "Do you like them so much?"

directing the staff on where to place a row of antique vases. “Mira, come here,” Mrs. Gibson Sr. called warmly. “Tell me which spot you think looks best for these.” Miranda walked to her side. Each vase was clearly a valuable antique, the kind that would fetch seven figures at auction.