Precious Moments Cross Stitch Book Novels & Stories

Evelina pulled a book out of her bag that she borrowed earlier in the school library. BAM!!! The thumping sound of the book she put on her desk, sounded very loud because the book was quite heavy and thick. Evelina checks the book and she realizes that she borrowed so much. She didn’t expect that the books borrowed by her were enough. So, no wonder Rissa commented on this morning. “Let’s see what books I just borrowed ...,” murmured while sorting out the book. “There’s a Sherlock Holmes novel, Her Last Word, A Time Return, ... and finally you’re my butterfly?”

I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

"Why don't you see for yourself? It's right at your doorstep." Joey had no choice but to go outside to pick up the delivery sent by him. Opening the door, she found a large gift box placed there. She was curious about what was inside such a big box. Picking up the box, she realized it was quite heavy. Taking the gift box back inside, she opened it to find a book and some rolled-up fabrics, as well as some gold and silver threads. Joey thought Zachary really hit the mark with this gift. The book was useful, focusing on professional embroidery techniques, including unique methods for using gold and silver threads.

"I never did anything unforgivable. Nothing happened between Zach and me the way you imagine. I only pitied him being alone in the city. I never had feelings for him. "Darren, I haven’t done anything as terrible as you think. Give me one more chance, please?" She kept speaking. I reached out and picked up the ring. Her breath hitched, hope filling her eyes like she was about to be saved. The next second, that hope was shattered. Her face went paper-white. I held the ring up and showed her the inscription inside. The once-smooth inner band now carried two engraved names: Nina Wynn & Zach Channing.

Tears brimmed my eyes at the thought of my mother, of how much I missed her and, more importantly, how much I wished she were here. “Are you going to read it?” Oli whispered. Without wasting another second, I peeled open the paper. My eyes widened as a delicate wedding crown stared back at me from within a simple jewellery bag. Silver bands intertwined with one another, shimmering sapphires dotted carefully around the circumference. It was simple, yet elegant. My eyes scanned over the letter before finally taking in every detail. ‘Dear Mimmo, It seems only yesterday I was holding you in my arms, cuddling you so close and refusing to let go. How time flies when we are ignorant of the beauty o

She knowingly smiled, as she asked. “Try man,” I giggled. Trying to conjure up an image of Dominic as a boy in my head, but failed to. “It’s complicated, really.” I sighed. “How complicated?” Stacey settled in a chair next to mine, as we both watched the photographers folding their equipment- at the far end of the hall and preparing to leave.

I thought about that photograph. The girl in the picture looked so calm, yet so lost. And the person who took that shot, how much must his heart have been aching? I carefully tucked the photo inside an old book and kept it on my nightstand. Every night before bed, I would take it out and look at it. I would look at myself in the picture, read the lyric written on the back, and trace the unspoken love hidden within those words. As the days bled into one another, I kept tending to my orchard and my vegetable garden, living a quiet life. The only thing different was that I had developed a new longing for Christian.

No one would emerge from this unscathed. "There's more." Horatia prodded with a cheeky smile as she pointed to the center of the book. He tugged a long slender strip of crimson silk out from the center pages. Too long for a bookmark, it was embroidered with silver stars and crescent moons. "I thought you might find other uses for that." Horatia nibbled her lower lip with a gleam in her eyes. Damn the woman, she was perfect. Too bloody perfect. The attention of the others in the room was diverted by Lucinda and Lysandra admiring Audrey's new fawn gloves.

"Both my children are looking so beautiful together. May God always keep you both happy and together." "Ameen," everyone said together. Nayyab and Musa sat on the bright couch with his grandfather and father on either sides. Maham forwarded the beautiful diamond ring to Musa who took the ring and then looked at Nayyab with a determined look. He placed his palm in front of her and Nayyab blushed but softly put her hand on his. Musa very gently slid the ring on her finger tracing her hand. A shiver ran down her spine. "Nayyab," Maham called out and forwarded her a platinum band. Nayyab took the band and then looked at Musa shyly who forwarded his hand smirking.

Stitching. Finish. Alignment. The tiny invisible details separating good from unforgettable. I held each piece myself. Run fingers along the seams. Checked construction the way my mother had taught me: Never quickly. Never carelessly. With respect. Because details were what made something last. Twelve pieces. Everyone is right. I placed the last garment back on the rail. And stood there. “Meridian.” Tomorrow the industry will meet her. Grayson crossed my mind at three fifteen. Suddenly. No warning.