Precious Moment Figure Novels & Stories

“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.”

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

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.”

Monet’s anchor. How did her whereabouts get leaked so easily? Elara straightened instinctively. “Yes?” Florence smiled—not warmly, not coldly. Appraisingly. “I wondered if you’d come here,” she said. “You seem like someone who prefers places that remember longer than people do.” Elara said nothing. Florence gestured gently to the sculpture Elara had been studying—a carved female figure, elongated, solemn, carrying a child on her back. “Do you know where that piece is from?” Florence asked.

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.

Suddenly Richard showed her a diamond necklace with a medal in the middle of the necklace. She asked him, "What is this?" He answered, "I myself designed it for you. How's it? Do you like it?" "It's too expensive, I can't accept it" answered Krystal. To this he said, "I'll put it on for you. As you observe the necklace carefully you'll see that in the middle of the medal, there's a diamond heart which represents my unchangeable feelings for you." As he said those words she felt so pleased that she hugged him tightly and said, "We'll never break up right?"

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.