Path Of Life Necklace Novels & Stories

"I s... i t... t h i s? I s... t h i s... t h e... n e c k l a c e... t h a t... y o u r... m o t h e r... g a v e .. t o... y o u?" Gallant's eyes fell on the necklace in her hand and a smile appeared on his face. It was that necklace which his mother gave to him on his tenth birthday. The necklace was a simple chain with a hand crafted star shaped diamond in the middle. Gallant took the necklace from her hand and was about to thank her but she turned and left without saying anything. Gallant saw her leaving and then glanced at the necklace in his hand. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

TIMIKA Why did I even panic? Of course he wouldn't hurt me. The truth is … I have never felt this safe. I stare out the window, my fingers playing with the beautiful new necklace I got from Mama Lil and Papa G for my birthday. It's a delicate rose-gold necklace with a rose-shaped pendant in the middle. It has a tiny soft-pink pearl inside of the rose, representing the flower bud, while there are little diamonds on the leaves. The word 'Blossom' is engraved on the inside of the rose.

This was an enormous blue jewel. Diamonds encrusted the necklace chain, while the pendant showcased a smooth, transparent, and extremely dazzling dark blue gem in the shape of a teardrop. When Dexie saw this, even more tears ran down her face. She had seen this necklace in a magazine before. There was only one necklace of its kind in the entire world. We named the necklace the Heart of the Ocean. The necklace’s designer claimed to have given it to a true lost love.

“I have something for you.” Lily sat up, wondering what it could be. Ethan raised his eyebrows at me and I knew he was wondering too. I pulled out a dainty gold necklace with a small pendant of the Tree of Life attached to it. I handed it to Lily and watched her eyes light up. “It’s nothing fancy.” I said, humbly. “It’s been in my family since before I was born.” “It’s beautiful.” Lily said, admiring it. “I can’t possibly accept this.”

Zhou Fu shouted at Shen Shen whose body was still trembeling in fear, at the same time flabbergasted that he almost couldn't believe the ability of the Demonic Pearl Necklace that was attached to her neck. *** Before successfully entering the battlefield, someone who saved Shen Shen and Yang Zi from the end of the Shenghuo Cave had said that Shen Shen's body was affixed with a sacred heirloom. That heirloom was the Demonic Pearl Necklace Heirloom. “Miss, try to remember Miss Shen Yang's entire journey. Is there a line in common?” A man asked Shen Shen after he showed the contents of the necklace around Shen Shen's neck.

I replied. My father stared at the necklace like he had seen a ghost. “This necklace…” he murmured. A strange uneasiness settled in my stomach. “What about it?” I asked. He lifted the necklace carefully. “I recognize this piece,” he said firmly. “There is no mistake.” My eyebrows furrowed. “Recognize it?” His voice became heavy. “This necklace belonged to the late Luna Queen.” I froze. “The Luna Queen?” I repeated. He nodded slowly. “It is a one-of-a-kind piece,” he said. “There is no other necklace like it in the world. I would recognize it anywhere.”

She had died when I was very young, and the pendant was the only keepsake I’d kept from my old life. It was a beautiful thing, white gold, with a shimmering silver stone ringed by tiny white diamonds. It was small, but not too small, and the most gorgeous thing I owned. It was the kind of necklace worn by someone of high rank, as I’d been before the inferno. It’d been gifted to my mother by her mother, and I’d intended to pass it along to my children one day just as they had.

The leather handgrip was frayed and tattered and one of the notches looked to be split. “Is that all that you have in remembrance of her?” “And this,” he said running his fingers over the necklace around his neck. It was a delicate filigree design of some silvery metal whose brilliance was unsullied by patina or wear. Evenly spaced around the necklace were four small black gems. It was of a close fit design set snug to the boy’s neck. Poe could see no clasp for the thing and wondered how it had been set. “There are some things we must do before we get to the road. First, we must get you some clothing.”

The one that actually matters. “This piece has been passed down for generations, worn by those accepted into the Morozov family. A symbol of belonging.” She turns to Konstantin, awaiting his approval. He gives the barest nod, his gaze flicking to me for half a second. Right. This is supposed to be my moment. I step closer to get a better look. The necklace is a stunning piece of white diamonds, set in an intricate, lace-like pattern that looks both delicate and unbreakable. It’s gorgeous. And heavy. And expensive enough to buy an entire fucking country.

Like something from another life rather than my own. She nodded slowly. “And this is you.” Her finger pointed gently to the baby in a light shawl. The baby held tightly onto a silver crescent necklace. Unconsciously, I brought my own hand up to my throat. The same pendant. It has been with me all of my life. No one had ever bothered to tell me where it had come from or by whom it had been put around my neck. Gently, I stretched towards the painting. My fingers paused before touching the canvas.