Vintage Costume Jewelry Novels & Stories

In the Knights residence, Xavier and Iris were seen unfolding from their limited edition car. Iris was seen wearing a beige coloured mermaid dress with her shoulders and arms bare. The bodies of the dress is adorned with rhinestones and thread detailing. The dress hugged her frame till her lower thighs before flaring down till her ankles. She is wearing 3 inch heels. Her hair is twisted into stylish bun and sitting at the nape of her neck. That's not what attracted everyone's attention. It's the blue colured rare gem stome chocker she was wearing with matching studs. This set of jewelry is given by Catherine as a part of the 1 billion jewelry she gave Iris. Xavier intentionally asked Iris to

Mia’s POV “There... there is one more special gown. Perhaps you’ll like it!” The clerk hurried to the back of the store. Moments later, she returned with a mannequin wearing a vintage gown. My eyes lit up, and so did Veronica’s. The gown was a deep, rich purple, adorned with countless pearls and diamonds, like the brightest stars in the night sky. The skirt was embroidered with intricate gold patterns, telling a tale of ancient and mysterious legends. Every stitch and thread exuded an indescribable elegance, like a serene noble waiting for her arrival.

he said then added, "These are for you to wear while you are here, but I'll need to place them back into the vault tonight. They are very old." "How old?" I said, almost afraid to ask. "Let it suffice to say that they belonged to a queen that lived long ago." He opened the box and a lovely diamond pendant encased in gold hung from a gold necklace, along with matching earrings-diamonds suspended from delicate gold chains. The necklace was comprised of tiny circular images linked together and a pendent hung in the center. "They're exquisite," I said, enamored by the sparkle of the precious gems and polished gold. The set was, indeed, very old.

He didn't move his hand, but he gently brushed his knuckles against my wrist. "There’s no rush," he murmured. He led me back into the lounge. Evan stepped forward, placing the crates on the coffee table and popping the latches one by one. My jaw dropped. Dazzling diamond collars, chronometers made of pure silver-gold, rare vintage elixirs from the Old World, and ancient Shifter artifacts that shimmered with raw power. It was a fortune. Another set of fakes? I thought frantically. He’s going to get us killed. If my father realized these were knock-offs from the street markets, he’d have us both executed for the insult.

The gray tie had a diamond encrusted V on it to symbolize the Veritas pack. Brynn looked like a fucking siren in her sleeveless red dress that fit her body like a glove. It hit every single curve on her body as if it was made specifically to highlight her body. It was sexy as fuck but not cheap. My girl looked classy. The Luxe Diamond Eternity Necklace she was donning was made out of four rows of round-cut diamonds. It alone cost nearly $100,000. On her wrist sat a ruby and diamond halo bracelet. That alone cost about $10,000.

"Nothing that concerns you." "Oh, but I think it does." She stepped forward and closed her fingers around my wrist, prying my hand open. The pearls spilled into view. "Pretty. Is this real?" "It was my mother's. Give it back." Vanessa lifted the necklace toward the light. "I've always loved vintage jewelry. There's something romantic about wearing a piece with history." "Give it back." "Why? Everything you own was bought with Cassian's money. And what belongs to Cassian belongs to me. We've known each other since childhood. Surely you understand."

She pulls me in for a huge hug. The next gift that gets a huge response is the vintage right that I got Ambrose. It is gold with a big pink ruby surrounded by small opals. The thrift store had it in a case with pieces from an old estate and I knew that it would make a beautiful pinky ring on him. “How did you know my birthstone? I never even told you my birthdate! This is perfect, my birthstone is surrounded by yours!” I blush “I didn’t actually realize that. I just got it because I thought it would look good on your pinky.”

"Look at this." ​Victoria arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. She reached out, opening the drawstring. The moment the dim candle light hit the blinding, intricate sparkle of the vintage Art Deco diamond-and-emerald necklace, Victoria’s breath hitched completely. Her aristocratic mask shattered in raw shock.

Vida brought it. She unwrapped the bundle with careful hands, revealing deep burgundy fabric that caught the light like old wine. Simple in cut, elegant without screaming for attention—the kind of dress that would let me move, breathe, lead. Laid alongside it was the Ashborne piece: old silver, worn smooth with generations of handling, the kind of heirloom that had been waiting for this specific morning for sixty years. It hummed faintly as I reached for it, a low vibration that pressed against my palm like recognition.

My sisters were just as bad, swarming Carl with a defensive intensity that left no room for me. The day before the party, the foyer was a mountain of luxury. dainties of quaint bourbon, developer suits, and jewelry. I was hauling a heavy jalopy of demitasse dinnerware past the velvet lounge when a brace of black, diamond- crusted cufflinks caught the light. They were masterpieces. Custom- made. Times agone , Marcus Jr. and Julian promised me that for my twenty-first birthday, they’d commission a piece of Syndicate jewelry — a sign that I eventually belonged. And was not moment my birthday?