Precious Moment Figure Novels & Stories

Only a man who is worthy of us can see the value we truly possess. "It does matter. He broke your heart. You are allowed to grieve. You are allowed to eat chocolate and watch bad movies. And that's exactly what we're going to do. I'll call Freddie, and have him send over the best chocolate. Model Perfect lets the models get special childcare samples from around the world, but only at Christmas time." Rosa agrees with a twitch of a crooked smile. She sits on the couch in my room and crosses her arms. Within twenty minutes, Freddie is at the house with a box of special chocolates.

“Not just you, you are quite lucky, you have only minor injuries.” A policeman walks into the room. “Dr. Neill, I am Officer Morris, I don’t know if you remember but you were quite drunk last night.” “I don’t remember much about last night officer.” “Unfortunately I am placing you under arrest and you are ordered to appear in court upon your recuperation in 3 days' time.”

He deadpanned, and you could have heard a pin drop in the room. I exhaled in a rush, turning away from the somber-looking man to skirt the rear of the guest lounge, my eyes lighting on the gold-plated umbrella shells of the designer lampshades standing tall around us. The bronze-silver elephant propped at the center held sweets with its flattened ears. A relic my mother had gotten for her anniversary last year.

She had brought gifts for the children and Eva. Max received a limited edition Optimus Prime toy that could not be found in normal retail outlets. Max had wanted it for a long time but was not able to get it. Mia got a limited edition Disney Princess doll. There was even a figurine of the doll included. Even though Mia already had one, it was not as complete and nice as this set. As for Eva, she received an exquisite diamond necklace. The diamond was carved out of a raw diamond, and it looked especially exquisite. The diamond sparkled under the light. It was not difficult to see how valuable it was. Eva frowned.

I responded. Max disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to face what I had worked hard for. I straightened my shoulders and drew in a deep breath as the exhibition hall buzzed with a low hum of voices, clinking of champagne glasses and the rustle of evening gowns brushing against the floors. The first visitors approached. A couple in their forties, well-dressed and curious. The woman's eyes fell immediately on my centerpiece. The sapphire starfish pendant. “This one.” The woman muttered, her tone filled with admiration. “It's so beautiful and feels… Alive.”

A figure stepped forward, slower than the others. Deliberate. They weren’t rushing. Didn’t need to. That alone set them apart. Jaron went still. “Not a Runner,” he murmured. “No,” I agreed. The figure tilted their head slightly, studying us. Even in the dim, I could see it. At their throat— A glint of silver. Pendant. So Varik had told the truth. “Impressive,” the figure said calmly. Their voice was smooth. Measured. Not distorted. Not masked.

“Fifteen point five!” He lifts his paddle without looking away from me. “Sixteen.” His fingers squeeze my thigh gently… like reassurance… like possession… like a reminder that he means every word he says. The hammer falls. Sold. Four items. Four because I stared… gasped… breathed… admired… existed beside him. I try to close my mouth before the next item appears. I seriously try. But fate is wicked. Because the final item appears… and my gaze accidentally lifts. A golden hairpin, vintage, shaped like a phoenix.

Ezra growled, his fur bristling, but the figure raised a hand, and he froze mid-step, his body trembling as if an invisible force was holding him back. “Who are you?” I demanded, raising my dagger. The figure tilted their head, their voice calm and almost amused. “Someone who’s been watching. Someone who has a vested interest in the outcome of your little... war.” I took a step back, my instincts screaming at me to run, but my feet felt rooted to the ground. The figure’s gaze—or what I assumed was their gaze—shifted to my stomach, and a chill ran through me. “You carry something precious,” they said, their voice laced with something that sounded almost like reverence. “Something powerful. Bu

Once again, as always, her mother blamed her for everything. Diana didn't agree with that. That's why that night she had worn a short silver dress that highlighted every curve of her body, showing off her long, toned legs. Her chocolate-colored hair and green eyes. They made a nice contrast. She was sitting at the bar when the guy she had been most attracted to in college approached her and was now a successful business executive.

They all thought Leon was lying, and never once did they think that the jadeite statue Leon was gifting Patrick would turn out to be a piece of priceless treasure! Even Patrick and Damian were stunned by this. "Penny, are you telling the truth?" Damian asked. "Yes, nothing but the truth! Not only that, but when Leon got his hands on this Four-Colored Jadeite, some jeweler tried to buy it for forty-three million dollars, but Leon turned down his offer so that he could sculpt it into this statue as Grandpa's birthday present," Penny explained, nodding.