Twilight Rosalie Necklace

On our wedding anniversary night, my husband, Lucian Moore, comes home with a seven-year-old orphan named Chloe Martin. He even hands her the necklace he bought me for our anniversary and lets her play with it like a toy. Because of her, my son, Ryan Moore, shouts at me for the first time. "You're a bad woman! I don't want you to be my mommy!" I watch the three of them sitting together, warm and cozy, and I say nothing. Instead, I buy a ticket to leave the country. At first, they think I'm just acting out and will come home in a few days. But when they return from Feanland after celebrating Chloe's birthday, they find out I've joined a ten-year classified research project and will not come back again. At that moment, they fall apart.

With the return of his memories, my husband, Trevor Beaumont, recalled that he was the Alpha of a wolf pack. He walked away, leaving me with a ruby necklace as compensation. The jewel shimmered amid my sleep, and a tall, burly man stood before me. The compensation came with a hidden bonus after all. Later, I sent a message to my ex. “Thank you for your necklace. The guy inside comes in handy. “We’re getting married, and since you brought us together, we’d hope you can be the best man.” Trevor drove through the night to our wedding venue, veins popping out of his face as despair swallowed him. “Who the hell put the man inside the ruby?”

Three years ago, Caroline Hill married the man she thought could one day love her. Caroline believed that her arranged marriage to ruthless CEO Knoxx Wayne would eventually blossom into something real. She gave him her heart—only to watch him trample it. On the night of their third anniversary, Caroline’s world shatters. Knoxx arrives at the restaurant not for her, but for his ex-girlfriend, Dolly—dripping in the ruby necklace he claimed was for someone important. Her hopes, her dreams of a future with Knoxx, are crushed. But the worst betrayal is yet to come. When Knoxx accuses Caroline of cheating on him with another man—throwing incriminating photos at her—she realizes how little he’s ever trusted her. When love turns to betrayal, can the heart survive?

Every two years, humans are selected from the only human village and forced to serve their werewolves superior, the most powerful tribe ruled by king Alpha Roman Cobalt. As a result, Iris Monet lives in hiding among her family but in a twist of event, she is found out by the prince, Otis Cobalt, a man known as a monster in human form. Iris is forced to journey with other slaves where her own destiny will be revealed. **Except ** "What will you do to me?" I couldn't help but ask. "You will have to wait and find out , Iris. For now, I need you to put your necklace back on. We don't want others to see you this way. I doubt they have enough restraint to keep them from driving a dagger into your heart" His voice was light yet heavy with meaning.

We had been together for seven years, yet my CEO boyfriend canceled our marriage registration 99 times. The first time, his newly hired assistant got locked in the office. He rushed back to deal with it, leaving me standing outside the County Clerk's Office until midnight. The fifth time, we were about to sign when he heard his assistant had been harassed by a client. He left me there and ran off to "rescue" her, while I was left behind, humiliated and laughed at by others. After that, no matter when we scheduled our registration, there was always some emergency with his assistant that needed him more. Eventually, I gave up completely and chose to leave. However, after I moved away from Twilight City, he spent the next five years desperately searching for me, like a man who had finally lost his mind.

He wanted her and she wanted him. But they were not fated to be. So did they think until the spell landed and he was stolen from her. He hurt her and drew out her essence. He was covered in her fragrance and he realized her scent was meant for him but it was too late. She was the savior of a world gone mad. She was chosen to save the world but she needed to be saved. Pearl Shelby is a half-blood Vampire but her necklace hid her identity. Her destiny began when her step-mother dropped her at Hopkins Citadel to get rid of her. Hopkins Citadel is a supernatural school in the woods where humans are treated as outcasts. It turns out that Pearl holds a mystery that all supernatural beings are dying to possess. Will she be safe? Who will keep her safe?

Devlin, while on the run from his grandfather's control, accidentally obtained a necklace without him knowing that in it was a captive fox. After returning, his girlfriend Anthea had a life-threatening accident, he wore that necklace for Anthea, also from that moment, the spirit of the nine-chasing fox entered Anthea's body. That fox's name is Renata, she wakes up with a new identity and lives in a completely different society from five hundred years ago. After the accident Renata came back to life under the name Anthea, she didn't know anything about this girl so when she woke up everyone thought Renata was Anthea and thought Anthea lost her memory due to the accident. Devlin discovers that his girlfriend has betrayed him so he decides to keep Anthea by his side to avenge her, but after a while, he discovers that Anthea has turned into a different person after waking up, all habits and events Her understanding changes but it's strange that he tolerates all these changes even to fall in love with this strange girl in this familiar appearance. He became suspicious and discovered that Anthea was not human, he had accidentally seen Renata's nine fox tails on a full moon night, but he did not panic and threw Renata away. This was the first time Renata had seen someone who saw her true form without seeing her as a monster. The two of them gradually fell in love with each other, but the difference between humans and foxes caused them to go through a lot of hardship and suffering. Renata had never hoped to become a human like this. Where will their love go? Will Renata's sincere prayer move the angels to let her become human and live a normal human life?

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

She was abandoned at the borders of Silvermoon with nothing but a gold necklace pressed warm against her skin and questions no one could answer. No name. No past. Just a promise whispered into the night and left behind with her. Taken in by the pack’s Beta family, she was raised in safety—wrapped in loyalty, protection, and love. She learned how to belong without ever truly fitting. The pack cared for her, yet the feeling lingered that she was something else. Something waiting. Especially when it came to Roman. Roman, the future Alpha. Her shadow through childhood. Her best friend, her anchor, her quiet heartbreak. He was the one who taught her how to run, how to fight, how to laugh without fear. And then, somewhere between adolescence and duty, he changed. Responsibility hardened him. Distance grew where warmth once lived. And the boy she loved became a wolf she barely recognized—one who avoided her gaze, who treated her like a weakness he could no longer afford. Now, with her eighteenth birthday only days away, everything begins to unravel. Her wolf stirs for the first time, restless and demanding. Her senses sharpen. Her body hums with a power she doesn’t understand. And the necklace she’s worn her entire life begins to heat, as if awakening alongside her. Roman feels it too. The pull between them—once subtle, now consuming—snaps tight. Stolen glances burn. Accidental touches linger too long. Every shared breath feels like a warning. Like a promise. Like a bond neither of them is ready to face. Because some connections don’t weaken with time. They wait. They watch. They resist. But destiny is patient—and when it finally stirs, it doesn’t ask permission. It claims.

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.