Vergil Necklace Novels & Stories

That’s when our eyes met. Jett. He looked stunned for half a second then furious. The look he gave me said everything: What the hell are you doing here? In that dress? At that table? He stood up so fast his chair scraped back. In two strides he was on me, dragging me out of the room. My back hit the cold iron railing overlooking the club floor. “What the hell are you wearing?” His voice was low, dangerous. No smile. Just ice. “A couple thousand euros,” I answered sweetly. “Yours, my love.”

He said, clenching the necklace in his hand. "What! What do you wanna verify?" I asked him, my neck snivelled. His hand stopped on the door knob. His body language warned me to run away, he looked furious. Nobody answered me. "I'm part of this team." I said. My eyes turned glassy. "Well, we have found a lead and it's already dead." Vincent said with a sigh. "That necklace belongs to your mother-in-law." Igor pointed out. "It's impossible. How could Catrin be connected to all this?" Uncle asked.

It was really suitable for Uak. “Thank you, Alaric.” She said. Alaric could not resist the urge of smiling. He couldn't wait to see how the jewelry looked on her. Violet slid the necklace into her chest pocket and looked at Alaric. “Please show me the coins, that'll be more useful to me at the moment.” A bigger box was opened and inside of it were coins of several figures. Violet grabbed one and placed her tongue on it to decern if it was real or fake. Indeed it was real.

A quiet strength stirred within me. My hands shook with emotion as I reached for the symbol of our shattered love - the beautiful engagement ring that Jason had once lovingly slipped onto my finger, accompanied by promises of forever. But now, the weight of the metal felt heavy and suffocating as bittersweet memories of joy turned to heart-wrenching anguish.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

Their newfound partnership formed in response to this extraordinary situation. Veronica gingerly opened a fragile piece of old parchment, its edges fraying from time. "This is the moment," she whispered in a tone of respect. "The diary belongs to my grandmother." Jennifer moved in closer, her gaze scanning the worn-out writing. "She asked what it said, her voice full of excitement." Veronica responded, running a finger over a specific passage, "It's concerning her mother... Lydia." Lydia showed me a stunning necklace today, a heart-shaped pendant made of silver and adorned with sparkling gemstones. She named it the Gemini Heart, representing our everlasting bond.

"At least I am not a gold digger who sells off her husband's gift for money, Viso. You left me, Gina Morreti, who could have doubled your empire, business and power in Italy for a woman who can't even support herself." Viso clenched his jaws and took a step forward to snatch her tongue but Evan stopped him by moving slightly in front of him. "We are in public Compagno. Not here and not now!" He stated. Viso's nose flared, still He moved near her to warn her but then she did something. Gina smiled as she traced her necklace. "How do you like my necklace, Viso? It's very expensive. Have you seen it somewhere before?" Viso's eyes went to her necklace and He blinked seeing the necklace He bought

It was a dazzling piece, the gemstone emitting a mesmerizing, ethereal glow as if it held secrets of centuries past. Hera's eyes widened with shock as she uncovered the necklace. It was a piece she hadn't seen in many years, and the sight of it brought a flood of memories rushing back. She delicately lifted the necklace from its resting place, feeling the cool weight of the emerald against her fingertips. It was a family heirloom, a symbol of her lineage's power and prestige. As she held the necklace, her thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired since her return from the forbidden forest. The alliance between vampires and werewolves had become the focal point of her life, and her r

He was looking if Ophelia is actually telling the truth and not just being petty to insult Wren but he was left stunned. When the video ended, Alexander's voice was low but firm. “This necklace…it’s from the Velouré Noire collection. Only three pieces were made in the world.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Wren, whose face had turned ghostly pale. “Each piece is tracked and registered. It’s not something you can just buy at a boutique or casually pass on like it’s costume jewelry.” Hannah blinked. “Wait…how do you know that?” she asked curiously.

"Tell me, who made the necklace?" "I hate you!" Gina yelled, hammering him with her fists. Irritated, Jeff grabbed her and swatted her a few times on the bottom. Veronica covered her mouth in shock. "Jeff, stop! You're hurting her!" Gina shouted defiantly, "So what if Mom and I made it? She said it was made for me." She clenched her fists, huffing, "I gave the necklace to Veronica, so it's hers now. When Mom took it, it was stealing."