Sister Bracelet Silver Novels & Stories

they were twins and everything the both of them always received similar surprises unless and until they demanded for something else. Isabella had customised two silver bracelets with beautiful hangings like heart and stars. But the most beautiful element of the bracelet was the initials of Sante, Lucas and her name. She had now lost Sante's present and there was no way in hell that she could manage to customise another one in two days. Her sister had a tough year this time. With Her mischief skyrocketing, She had done pretty reckless things this year from sneaking out for parties to cursing to teachers and getting grounded.

I nodded along with him. "Alrighty!" She dragged a bit and turned around looking at the bracelets displayed in front of her. Me and Aiden saw that everything was good and nice. One bracelet caught my attention. It was lock and pair one. It was made of platinum along with diamond. The one for the girl has a heart entwined with another heart, along with a crown of queen on top of it. The boy bracelet has the same one heart entwined with the another heart along with a a king's crown on top of it. I nudged Athena with my shoulder as she looked up to what I was pointing on the display.

It's a trap. I took a breath and I opened the door cos I needed to know what Victoria had to say. She stood holding something in her hands, the silver bracelet. "Thank you for being reasonable," she said sweetly. "Now. Let's talk about what happens next because you and your sister have put me in a very difficult position and when I'm in a difficult position, I tend to make difficult choices." She held up the bracelet. "Recognize this?" I gasped. It was Sage's bracelet. The one from the party two years ago.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Now without wasting another minute, we're opening the auction with a silver bracelet called the Design Star." I froze. How did my bracelet get there?

Only then did I remember where he'd been the night before. I lifted his arm and stared at the bracelet. "It really is." "How is she?" I asked nervously. "Still sleeping. She won't wake up until tomorrow." His gaze dropped to the bracelet. "And this?" He slowly raised his wrist. "This isn't hers." My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" "It's my sister's." His voice softened. "Yannah's." I froze. "What?" "I made this for her on her sixth birthday. It was the last gift I gave her before she disappeared."

The kind that comes from seeing too many families shattered. Alexa sat at the metal table. She hadn’t moved in forty-seven minutes. Not since they brought her here from the morgue, still wearing the same clothes she'd worn for fourteen hours of travel. Her duffel bag sits on the floor beside her chair, unzipped, Alice's sweatshirt visible at the top. "She has visible marks on her wrists," Detective Cross says, stepping into the room. She closes the door behind her, a gesture of privacy that feels almost kind. "Which means she did try to struggle. Your sister was murdered."

The box grazed my eyebrow, nearly hitting me in the eye. Something chucked at my face that almost hurt me—this wasn't a gift. It was a handout. I popped the lid open. A sapphire bracelet. The quality was flawless, its facets throwing off a shattered, cold light in the sun. The craftsmanship was exquisite; you could tell at a glance it cost a fortune. My fingertips paused at the clasp as a sudden thought hit me. "What's the wrist size for this bracelet?" "Fourteen point two." He answered without even thinking. The smile froze on my lips, and a sour sting hit my nose.

“Oh, yes? How did—” “Your sister’s gift. Luke gave it to me, so I took it to your room. Anyway, I got you this,” she said to me, giving me a small light pink box. “What’s this?’ I asked, fumbling with the ribbon. “Open it,” she beamed with a smile as I pulled off the cover, revealing a gold bracelet with my name on it. “How did you—” I paused, taking the bracelet out of the box. “Well, there are perks to serving the queen. Do you like it?” She asked, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide.

Then my eyes dropped to what he held in his hand. And my blood ran cold. Freya’s bracelet. Nikolai did not look at me immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the silver bracelet resting in his gloved hand as though he were trying to understand something about it. “Is this yours?” he asked quietly. His voice sounded distant and I moved toward him quickly. “No,” I said at once. “It belongs to my sister.” Something strange crossed his expression that made my heart start pounding. He stared harder at the bracelet, his brows pulling together slightly as though he was trying to make sense of what he was looking at.

I set the bouquet on the table and turned to the basket. No note. Of course. Still, I had a pretty good guess who it was from. Inside were several boxes of expensive tea—and one more small square box tied with a satin ribbon. Curiosity won. I wanted to see what was inside, so I set everything else aside. When I opened it, I froze. A bracelet. Delicate. Elegant. Set with deep red stones that caught the light beautifully. Carefully, almost reverently, I ran my fingertips over it and smiled. No one had ever given me jewelry before—unless you counted the graduation earrings my sister had bought me. I lifted the bracelet out of the box, turning it slightly so the stones shimmered in the sunlight.