Precious Moment Figure Novels & Stories

It takes three years to build something, and exactly three days for everyone to forget whose hands are covered in the calluses that paid for it. “And finally,” Pierre’s voice drops, becoming thicker, more emotional. He reaches into his vest pocket. “A special recognition for the person who brought peace back to Ashbourne pack after so much division.” The room goes dead silent. Pierre pulls out a small, velvet-lined box. When he opens it, the light from the chandeliers catches the metal, throwing a bright, silver glare across the rafters. It’s a silver moon brooch, shaped like a crescent, with intricate, tiny stars carved into the curve.

That he looks at me like that causes a revolution in my stomach, flutters and tingles. "Perfect..." is the only word that comes out of his mouth, still positioned behind me, I smile, suddenly his hands move over me, in a flash a shiny pendant adorns my neck. I look at him and then I fix my eyes on the wing”shaped pendant, I look at it in detail and discover that the tiny figurine is inlaid. It is so beautiful that it enchants me, arousing intrigue regarding the shape it has. "It's just a gift, it looks good on you," he whispers, pretending to sound dry, but the interest has not left his orbs that look at the result.

At seventeen, her pieces were selling for astronomical prices at top-tier underground interspecies auctions. I took her back to our old homeland and opened an Ancient Wolf Totem Museum. One day, while checking the museum's security cameras, Mia pointed at a blurry figure on the screen. "Mommy, look at him," she frowned. "He's always the first to arrive and the last to leave. But he never asks for autographs or talks to anyone." I squinted, and my heart gave a hard thump. It was Gideon. The camera was fuzzy, but I recognized that silhouette instantly.

"You think you’ve got me cornered, don't you, Blackmoor?" I gripped the edge of the dais, the microphone feedback screaming against the sudden silence of the Silverfang Hall. The pink diamond pendant—my mother's legacy, a piece of art forged in the fires of the Nightfall Atelier—felt heavy in my palm. I stared down at the assembly of wolves, their eyes wide with the predatory hunger I had once been foolish enough to mistake for kinship.

I didn't ask for much—I just wanted Mom, Dad, and Simon to love me a bit more. But even in death, I got nothing. Now, the three of them were gathered around Laila's bed, anxiously waiting for her to wake. When her eyes finally fluttered open, Mom burst into tears of joy. "Sweetheart, you're finally awake. I was so worried…" "That's my daughter—brave and kind," Dad said, smiling proudly. "I'm so proud of you." Simon pulled out the lavish moonstone necklace and gently fastened it around Laila's neck. "Your favorite moonstone's been protecting you this whole time. I hope it keeps bringing you good luck."

She looked up at me, pale, “You’re insane!” “Not at all.” I said softly, eyes never leaving hers, “I had it crafted from jewels sometime before I came here, and it was made by Richard Piccardo, so it really was expensive.” Richard Piccardo was one of the most famous jewellers in Imperial City, and he loved works that had ominous meanings. So getting him to do this wasn't very hard, “I have heard a lot about you and thought about the most suitable gift I should give you. I thought hard about this gift, so you should like it, don't you? It looks just like you.”

It was actually a set of two, a boy and a girl, who when held apart resembled a pair of duck-faced kids but the moment I held them close snapped into a pouty kiss. I frowned. "What the?" As I pulled them apart then held them close again I noticed the slight pull between them and when I held them about an inch apart realized why the pouting duo kept veering forward. Each figure had a tiny little disc, a magnet, inside their tiny little pouts that snapped them into that overtly cutesy kiss. It was hard not to keep looking at them. From the whole lot I'd put away already and even those still on my bed, they were the only ones done in that Precious Moment's style depicting two little chubby frec

My mom was a big precious moments fan, and she had all kinds of precious moments figurines, from snow globes to dolls and souvenirs. She gifted me a Precious Moments bear a few months before we had the accident that took her life. Back when Katelyn and I had just met, we both hated each other. We didn't get along at all. She saw my bear inside my backpack and took it out when I wasn't looking. She ripped the head off and all of its limbs before me, making fun of me.

I said, faking up a smile. "Come here angel" hajiya raliya said, hugging her daughter so tight "i wish you a very happy married life. God bless you. I want you to get up and get ready, the make up artist will be here any moment from now. Its a big and happy day. Don't ruin it." THIRD PERSON POV Its already 2:30pm, and Junayd is still no where to be found. Alhaji Abbas paced up and down, he looked worried. His heart beating fast.

Under their amused stares, I dialed a number I hated to bother at a time like this. When the line went through, my voice came out oddly calm—calm enough to surprise even me. "Mr. Henson? This is Henry at the Smithsonian's 'American Heritage Treasures' special exhibit setup in Zoriorford. A Class-One artifact, the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine, has been deliberately destroyed."