Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

How can he still be good to me after what I did to him? I looked at him and my eyes went down on his neck and noticed a small and shiny object on his neck. "You're still wearing it," I whispered but just enough for him to hear it. He hummed, "It was a gift from you… the best I ever received." That made me smile. I reached for his necklace and ran my fingers on the pendant. It was a lion pendant necklace. Lion 'coz his zodiac sign is Leo. I bought it with my own savings. I did some extra work on their farm to earn some money without him being suspicious. I even sold my paintings to my teachers.

Yolanda cried and replied, "This ungrateful brat came by the house a few days ago, and the Golden Crown went missing. That's a priceless heirloom from your grandfather!" "Jean, how dare you steal our family heirloom!" yelled Jameson as he stood abruptly and glared at Jean.

Her shoulders drooped as a small, sad smile formed on her lips. “I specially ordered it from a merchant after the poisoning of my brother who was supposed to be the next king. We thought the theriac antidote was enough to heal him but… it did not work. So, in order not to repeat such history, I always kept the antidotes just in case another cyanide poisoning occurs.”

The warehouse smelled like rust and old blood. I moved quickly through the shadows, hood low, heart hammering steady. This job had to work. The artifact was my last shot at breaking the curse that ate my family alive. I pictured their faces every night. Tonight, I must steal back from the bastards who took them. Glass case dead ahead. I smashed it with the crowbar I carried. Alarms exploded everywhere. Red lights flashed. I grabbed the artifact. It was heavier than I expected, warm like living skin. No time to stare. I ran.

"This building belonged to our families. Alexander stole it. You stole it back." "Alexander stole everything." Ruth's voice was steady. "I'm just returning what he took." "Then give it to us." "No." Ruth moved closer. "I'm giving it to the people who need it. The people Alexander hurt." The man's face contorted. "You'll regret this." He turned and walked out, his companions following. Isabella exhaled, her body shaking. "It's over," Sebastian said. "For now." Damien's voice was grim. "But they'll be back."

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

simply stays pressed against my side with his favorite toy truck and says very little. I give them as much normal as the walls allow. We build another blanket fort. We invent a long story about three brothers who tame a forest dragon. I let them win every argument about which book comes next. The ordinary work of motherhood steadies me more than any conversation with Sebastian or Shawn has managed in days. Sebastian spends the morning with the new name. By early afternoon he finds me in the main room while the boys are distracted with a puzzle. “Vale appears in four separate acquisition records over a twelve year period,” he says quietly. “All of them involve females from lines that carried

he said lazily as he blew out a cloud of thick white smoke. I looked at Kat; her eyes had grown wide. “What crystal?” I asked Bon. Bondago tilted his head and laughed hysterically. “Don’t play games with me, boy. You were lucky you escaped with both your hands last time." Katarina groaned behind her gag. Bondago turned to her, then he ripped the gag away. “He doesn’t know,” Kat spluttered. “He doesn’t know about the heirloom.” “What heirloom?” I demanded, breathing heavily.

"Kieran had it specially made by an artisan in Europe. Said it was meant to hold the most precious things, memories of those we love." I clasped the locket tightly, feeling the connection to my parents grow stronger. This small piece of silver had touched my mother's skin, had been chosen with love by my father. It was more precious than any of the wealth or land I'd inherited. "We're planning a cleansing ritual for the next full moon," I told Alpha Maxwell. "To purify the house and lands after the Northern Alliance occupation." His eyebrows rose with interest. "A traditional Blackthorne ceremony? Those haven't been performed in decades."

“But it wasn’t mine.” I opened my mouth, then shut it. Because damn it—if he were lying, he’d overdo it. He’d smirk or toss out some clever remark to distract me. Instead, he looked almost… concerned. My brain, however, was still suspicious. Concern didn’t erase the fact that his family heirloom piece had practically waved hello at me from an enemy setup. “So what—you’re saying someone planted it?” I asked. “Yes,” he said without missing a beat. “Right. Because people just casually borrow Stormborne accessories and scatter them around crime scenes for fun.”