Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

After trying for a long time, the luminescent jewel was still on it, the stone holder was constantly knocked by her, so it kept swinging and shaking, and the luminescent gem inside was also spinning… Suddenly, The wall on the opposite side opens. A bone-chilling aura radiated from that room as if an invisible force was calling her, causing her to slowly enter. Passing through a long winding corridor, she saw in the middle of the night a crystal vase that gave off a weak golden light like the new moon, shimmering and delicate, and constantly spewing colored mists black, making people think of the scene of clouds covering the moon. Curious, she approached, picked up the vase, and examined it c

"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.

His face went from happy to gradually gloomy. James quickly called others to have an expensive vase delivered. Twenty minutes later, a vase from a master of traditional carving was delivered. This vase had previously been sold at an auction for a staggering price of twenty million. Because it was a unique item, the price would continue to rise in the future. Hunter looked at the vintage bottle, his furrowed brow instantly relaxed as he placed the plum blossom inside. "Barely." He said these two words and took the elevator with a plum blossom in his arms.

Erwin Wilson bet she's the first type. Just as Erwin Wilson had predicted, after three rounds of auction, when the price of the vase reached three hundred and fifty thousand, the other girl stopped. Erwin Wilson breathed a sigh of relief and began to stabilize the pace of the auction. Erwin raised it to three hundred and seventy thousand.