Tmnt Necklace Novels & Stories

I guess that is another sign, that he really is the true king. We left the store where we had left the bags, and I led him to one of the more excluded areas of the town. I had ordered a special kind of necklace, one that would not break when he shift. It was made in titanium and with a little magic, with the help of Greta.

He stared at me intently and my cheeks blushed with color. “You’re beautiful.” He said. “You called me ordinary.” I mentioned, “Don’t you— “You were dirty and you smelled like a hag.” He chuckled, “Come with me. I’ll show you what your trial is about.” He grabbed me by the arm but I remained put for a brief moment, “Wait.” “What?” “The necklace:” I asked, “What’s it for?” He smiled, shrugging lightly, “It’s a moon pendant. It shines when you finally meet your true mate. Also it’ll help with that mark behind your neck.”

Mr Fernando explained. Morgan seemed to be thinking about something, his breathing was heavy, Jonathan understood that. "Let me take you Mr Fernando," Jonathan led Mr Fernando out after saying goodbye to Morgan there. "Boss." Called Joe bravely. "Most likely Theo is one of the Snake Clan Joe, on Theo's back is a bloody snake tattoo, and Theo has this necklace, the orphanage mum gave it to Theo." Morgan pulled out a snake necklace with a black diamond in the centre. Joe's eyes rounded perfectly, he had seen a necklace like this, he remembered it well.

Of course, no one would ever know. I pushed the cart to the section and took the necklace from its stand. It looked so nice that I wanted to try it on. “That looks so good, Mommy!” Tuan Tuan said, clapping his hands. I winked at him and stood in front of the mirror, putting the necklace around my neck to see clearly how it would look. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous!” I said. “Do you think Mommy should get it?” “Would you prefer the emerald or the golden one, Mommy?” Tuan Tuan asked.

Anna tucked her golden locks back, revealing the hickeys along her neck. I took notice of the golden bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet was a limited-edition luxury. I retrieved the moonstone and rejected Joey as my fated mate.

What in heaven have I gotten myself into? Outside the hotel, I noticed that Titan was staring at my boobs. My stomach tightened uncomfortably, and I took a step back, unsmiling and thinking he was being a pervert. I crossed my arms and glared at him. "What are you looking at?" I snapped. He quickly looked away and apologized. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you're wearing a werewolf totem necklace." I gasped and covered my neck with my hand. I had forgotten that I was wearing the necklace that CJ had given me on our fifteenth anniversary. It was a silver pendant with a carved wolf head and a moonstone, a symbol of our bond and his love for me.

"You are just a puppet, a murderer doing someone else’s dirty work.” His expression didn’t change. He didn’t flinch, didn’t react. Instead, he scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me back to the chair and tying me down again. I struggled against him, even though I knew it was pointless. He was too strong, and I was too weak. But then, as he tightened the ropes, something caught my eye. Around his neck hung a necklace, glistening as the sun's rays fell on it from the small window. A silver pendant shaped like a duck...sitting on a crescent moon.

“As much as I don’t love the idea of her having to defend herself, she’s an Alpha who’s been training her entire life, just like you. How would you feel if she kept questioning your ability to defend yourself?” River scrunched up his face, it was hard to argue with such a valid point. Deep down, he knew she was capable. He just didn’t want to be the reason she got hurt. “If you never planned to accept her, why did you bring mothers necklace?” Kane added to his previous point. River reached into the pocket of his gym shorts and brought the necklace into his view. It was a solid 9k yellow-gold crescent moon with diamonds covering the front of the pendant, attached to a yellow-gold chain.

“Perhaps this moment of crisis is exactly the right time.” I stared at the box, confused. “Igor, what is this? I don’t need a gift. I need a contingency plan.” He gave a slight, wry smile. “This is part of the contingency plan. It’s an anchor. A tether.” He opened the box. Inside, resting on the velvet, was a necklace. It wasn't flashy. It was a fine, heavy platinum chain, and suspended from it was a small, perfectly smooth, cylindrical pendant. It was about an inch long, simple and discreet, crafted from dark, polished titanium—a material that absorbed light rather than reflecting it. It looked expensive, minimalist, and completely anonymous.

Today's the perfect day to give it to you'. He was talking about the Tiffany and co necklace with a snake like pendant that had a red diamond encrusted on it, an eighteen carat gold necklace to be exact. Kathleen on the other hand didn't find his words amusing, she was dumbfounded, gobsmacked and panic striken to say the least. ‘Gray this isn't....this....how much is it?!!'. She cried out. He touched the nape of his neck and pursed his lips trying to come up with the most modest amount and pursed his lips, ‘It's a hundred thousand—'