Vergil Necklace Novels & Stories

Like I'm not even in the room. My stomach churns with disgust. Veronikka pulls away from my father, her eyes scanning the room again. They land on my neck. On the gold necklace I'm wearing. The one that belonged to my mother. Her eyes widen. "Wow!" she exclaims, stepping closer. "That necklace! Is that... is that the gold pendant from the Queen of Iris pack? The largest pack in the north?" I instinctively clutch the pendant, my fingers curling around the warm metal. "Yes. It was my mother's."

“Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going to take it off. Her mind drifted back, a blurry photograph of a twelve-year-old girl, her small hands fumbling with the clasp. Her mother was too lost in her own grief to notice her carefully packing it, a tiny, precious secret. She carried it across an ocean, from the ancient cobblestones of Rome to the sprawl of Los Angeles, and it hadn’t left her neck since. Not once.

However, he didn't have the guts to do it. "Put it on her." Gilbert looked at the stylists. They were about to go toward her, but then Gilbert said, "Oh, never mind. You may all go back." The stylists looked at each other in bewilderment but didn't ask any questions. They packed up their things and left the villa. After they left, Gilbert took the box and told Marigold to sit with him. "What is it?" Marigold was puzzled. She leaned over to look. When she saw the dazzling necklace in the box, it took her a long time to recover. The diamonds on the necklace were at least ten carats. It couldn't even be described as priceless.

Veronica said it angrily, on the brink of tears. “It’s okay! There might be more than one of these necklaces; maybe it’s just the same.” “There’s only one in the world! The auctioneer just said it’s the one Thiago gave me! How could he be fooled by such an excuse?” At this point, both mother and daughter were swamped with various thoughts. Veronica was thinking about how to explain everything to Thiago. Una was wondering why the necklace she sold to the pawnshop was here, and it was donated under the name of the Hamilton Group.

Veronica said as bad thoughts rum through her mind. "OMG. She is really it..." Derek mumbled under his breath. "What did you just say?" Veronica asked. "Nothing. Can I look at it.....the necklace." Derek said moving forward. "Sure." Veronica said as she brought the necklace out of her clothes. She looked at him closely to check if his eyes would wonder, but it didn't. Thoughts of what she really is ran through his mind. He looked at the pendant which was shaped in a weird tooth like shape and her looked closer seeing, tear drops of diamond stuck inside. According to the seer, tears of the queen of all demons.

Surrounding it were bundles of cash—thick stacks layered around the bag like it was cushioned in money. And next to the bag, there was a tiny ribbon box, just like the outer one. What the hell... "Jesus, Rali! How is this happening?" Veronica's eyes bulged as she dug her hands into the stacks "This is way too much!" I was speechless, my thoughts spinning. Veronica reached for the smaller box, ripped the ribbon and opened it. "Shoot me! This is clearly gold!" Inside was a necklace with a pendant shaped like a planet's ring. If it wasn't the prettiest thing I'd ever seen, it came close.

He looked up at me. And stared blankly. His gaze was stunned and calculating. “ This is new" he murmured lightly, a little amused. “I thought of spicing things up" His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately, like he was cataloguing damage. When his eyes reached my neck, they stopped. “What’s that?” he asked. I smiled easily….like I had practiced. “A necklace.” “I can see that….” he said dryly. “It looks familiar.” “It’s from Virelli,” I lied smoothly. “ Their Latest release.”

she asked softy. "What are you talking about? It’s the Star of Veridia." "Is it?" Vespera reached for the small, silver clutch bag she was carrying. She undid the clasp with a sharp click. She reached inside. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled out a necklace. Lysander froze. It was the Star of Veridia. A massive, 12-carat Kashmiri sapphire, surrounded by diamonds, suspended on a platinum chain. It was identical to the one in the box.

“That’s why we drink it. It’s the only way to survive.” Then came the box. Velvet. Small. Black. She set it gently between us, like a priest offering a relic. “I wanted you to have something from my family,” she said softly. “An heirloom. Passed through generations. My mother wore it during her first pregnancy, and my grandmother before her.” I opened it slowly. The necklace was beautiful. Too beautiful. Silver strands woven into delicate chains, six obsidian stones shaped like droplets, each etched with runes. Eastern. Ancient.

Luis asked, and I retorted, "It's Veronica's 18th birthday. How can you and Liam not show up?" "We do not have any interest in showing up," Luis grunted. "That girl is ready to declare us as her mate, and we do not want such a misunderstanding. You should cover up and be careful what you eat or drink there. After all, she has her eyes on you, and now she is an adult." "Fine," I shut the mind-link and stepped away from Veronica when she didn't want to let go. As Veronica finally turned to face her family, they smiled. The diamond necklace was very expensive. I had bought it for 1 million dollars for Veronica. It was unique and glowed brightly under the sunlight.