Precious Possession Novels & Stories

the man asked, confused. “Oh, I guess I should let you know,” Lucien said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “That chopper is the final scene, it’s going to burn everything down even your legacies, and before this day ends, you’ll be nothing but a memory. You were no longer the Mafia king. I am.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against the man’s ear. But his words brought a menacing chill, the man’s eyes widened, and his veins caught in fear.

"Of course, Mrs. Ye, it's too crude for us to talk about money." "I think so too. How about this, I have a valuable item in Novalee's hands, but I don't know if she's willing to give it to you, though you can try asking her. This precious item that I have is no less valuable than the two jades that you're going to give me! " Mango sounded very mysterious but it excited Bosco.

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

Seeing such a rare treasure was enough to make everyone, including Edmund and the antique dealers present, feel they’d stumbled upon an extraordinary stroke of luck. Yet some couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of Frederick. After all, every one of them wanted to possess a priceless treasure like this. But one person, in particular, felt as if his heart was bleeding. Dominic just realized he had practically given away the Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere as part of a two-million-dollar deposit. This piece alone was enough to make a fortune for multiple lifetimes.

Moreover, the pigeon's blood diamond is seldom seen and it could be said that this is the most precious jewel in the world. "This is…." "The necklace is called THE HEART OF THE PHOENIX and ordinary people don’t even know the existence of this necklace." The woman who seems to be the head explained her. Pausing for a moment, she slowly explained, "And it could be said that Mr. Carson's most valued possession since Mr. Carson's mother left it to him." Ruby's eyes widen. She could say that the man might spend 1 billion dollars on a woman but why would he be that generous by letting her wear it.

“That’ll be the last thing then you won’t have any trouble from our pack. You can marry Sadia with our blessing and come and go all you want.” “That’s not something I have access to.” Those stones were the most valued thing in our family. The King, Queen and Adviser were the only ones permitted to it. If I wanted to take it, I didn’t have the passcode to get into the safe where it’s stored. “Why do you want it anyways? You don’t need it’s power, you can’t even use it.” Ruden leaned back in his chair. “It shouldn’t be in your possession, it’s not what the moon goddess would want. We share the same goddess but it’s clear that one of our two species respect her more.”

A whole mystery; that even though I wanted to explore and unravel, I knew I couldn’t. “I’m not very much aware of my mistakes here, but I’d very much love to be enlightened.” I shrugged. “Perhaps over a drink?” “Ah, yes.” She handed me a long gift bag, that revealed a wine bottle. “This does need to breathe, after all.” “What is this?” I frowned at her. “A bottle of wine,” she shrugged. And looked at me with total confusion, as if wondering why I was even asking when I could see as clearly as she could.

“I’m guessing your safe deposit box at Purple Safe?” I gave a small, almost guilty smile. “Yes. I’ll take them there.” Purple Safe. I’d heard of it before, it wasn’t just a vault. It was the vault. A fortress for the world’s elite, where treasures slept in silence, jewelry, ancient documents, priceless artifacts. A place where secrets could outlive their owners. When I left the villa, my mind was still spinning. Half a billion dollars. Power didn’t just move through bank accounts, it glittered, raw and untamed, in the palm of my hand.

the gate reminds me, and the pressure in my chest tightens. I already know which memory it wants. I knew the second the light turned on me. There is only one thing in two hundred years worth calling precious, and it isn't a crown or a kill or a war I survived. It's her hand. The exact second warmth touched skin that has never once been warm. “You can’t give something that precious to us.” Gravewind snarls inside my ribs, low and furious—a sound I’ve never heard from him in all our years together.

Gattanis, I wanted to send a congratulatory gift for your wedding. You didn't think that we wouldn't find out, did you? I must say, bravo on the security. The gift that I sent you is meant to be for two people... well, three people. The bottom half of your gift is for the happy couple. I figured that little Daisy flower might be missing her pony. The top half, that is for my dear, Natalie. I know you know who this head belongs to. The man was terrible and never wanted to follow any rules, but he was one of mine nonetheless. Do make sure that you keep his head safe, darling. I'll be collecting it from you specifically. Your dearest friend, The Russians.