Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

"We have maybe ten minutes. Make it quick." The servant moved deeper into the room, his gaze lingering on the various valuable items. "Where is it?" he muttered. "He said it would be here..." He paused by a table near the window, and I could see a vase sitting there. A beautiful piece of porcelain, painted with intricate patterns of blue and white. "Here it is," the servant breathed. He nods at his partner who must have been standing by the door. I blinked as the other servant walked in, dragging along... another identical looking vase?

Easton couldn't do anything except for chuckling at them and after, a lot of effort, Easton drank the milk. After a while, Flora was cleaning some sculptures with a cloth when her eyes fell on those same heart shaped Flower vases which Rican and Noelle had gifted her on her 22th birthday. Smiling, she grabbed one of them. “And why are you smiling at this vase, Mrs Marzel?” Easton asked, hugging her from behind. Flora beamed. “Because it was so evident from the beginning that Rican and Noelle had been made for each other. See, they both even gifted me the same vases on my birthday,” she told him and they both chuckled together, seeing those same looking vases.

He’s still as charming and handsome as ever, but now he’s suddenly cold and commanding, his small genuine smile taking on an arrogant edge. Seeing him like this, I realize my mistake. He’s nothing at all like the caring man in the warehouse who rushed me to safety. They share a close resemblance, but it’s only skin deep. Maybe I’m mistaken? “Then why are you here?” I ask, sitting up as I reach out to touch one of the lilies. The blooms are stunning in shades of orange and blue, dotted with brown speckles. Looking at the vase, I almost gasp. It’s a Juliana Morana crystal vase worth at least $2,000.

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

Ivan questions but she nods repeatedly, her eyes focused on the price. "Alright..." They answer as they proceed with the bidding. In a hall filled with more than a thousand people, only three people were bidding for one object. "What's wrong with them?" The people question as they watch the battle between money go on. "And sold to table, 308, for a whopping price of six hundred thousand," the woman announced. Eyes could only wonder about the importance of a small vase, as well as Opal's table members she beans of happiness. "So tell us, what makes that vase so special?" Ivan ask.

"A vase like this has got to cost at least a few hundred thousand, right?" "Few hundred thousand? You've got to be kidding me!" A manager who was in charge of introducing the artworks to the guests appeared and said to Molly politely, "This vase is a relic from 618 to 906 A.D. It was found in an emperor's grave, and it's worth way more than that. You'll need to pay a lot more if you want to take it home. "We'll be having an auction tonight, and the starting bid for this vase will be three million dollars!"

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.