Watch Chain Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I hissed softly and got in the closet. There was enough room in here for my stuff. The other spaces were occupied by Damien's suits, wears, sneakers, shoes, wristwatches, cufflinks, etc. I walked to his watch collection and my jaw dropped. They were all customized diamond, gold watches specifically for him. They all had his Initials on them.

Kathleen smiled and said, “You might not have liked it before, but you might like wearing a watch in the future because this watch was given to you by Miss Long.” Having said that, she hurriedly urged, “Mr. Wade, you should open it and take a look. I also know a little about watches, so I might be able to help you with the reference.” Charlie nodded and opened the top lid of the box. What caught his eye was a large round dial watch with a circle of blue gems attached to the circumference of the watch and a platinum frame which was very stylish. Kathleen could not help but exclaim, “This is the Patek Phillipe 5073P which is the top sapphire model. Miss Long really got the best watch for you t

People like him had an urgent need for a therapist. After I saw most of the suits, I stopped in front of the watches. They were behind a glass lid. Once, I was addicted to them. Hmm, he had a good collection indeed. I stopped my gaze at a Rolex with diamonds and platinum fittings. Why did he have a woman’s watch? Did it belong to someone special? I opened the lid and carefully took it with my hand. Indeed, excellent craftsmanship. I flipped it to see if there was something on the back. And there was.

“Oh my God!” I frowned, startled. “What?” She carefully lifted the wristwatch out of the box, holding it like it was a fragile piece of art. Her eyes widened, and she inspected every inch of it as if she couldn’t believe it was real. “Stacey, what is it?” I asked, growing more confused. She didn’t answer at first. Her gaze was fixed on the small engraved logo near the clasp. Then she whispered almost to herself, “It’s really real…”

He'd walked past these stores a thousand times, never once going inside. He parked the car and got out. The first store he walked into was a watch shop. The kind with a security guard at the door and displays that looked like museum exhibits. A salesperson approached immediately. "Good morning, sir. Can I help you find something?" "Just looking," Maxwell said. "Of course. Let me know if you see anything you like." Maxwell walked along the displays. Rolex. Patek Philippe. Audemars Piguet. Watches that cost more than cars.

He greeted me with his usual composed smile, and for a moment, I almost forgot the gnawing unease that always seemed to accompany him. As he steered the car smoothly onto the main road, I noticed the glint of his watch under the sunlight. My breath caught as I recognized the design—Marc Chagall’s ethereal strokes etched into a luxury timepiece. Vacheron Constantin Chagall & L'Opera de Paris. “You’re wearing a Chagall watch?” I asked, unable to mask my surprise. He glanced at his wrist, a flicker of pride flashing in his expression. “A little indulgence,” he said lightly. “It felt fitting for today.”

She must really pray hard that it will work out well. The store boasted of gleaming glass display cases. There were different kinds of bracelets, rings, and pendants where they could choose from. Evina approached one of the glass cases and noticed a watch that has a lot of intricate moving parts and is housed in a gold case. It has a moon phase perpetual calendar, a grand and petite sonnerie with a minute repeater, and a split-second chronograph. “I don’t think the Chairman would not appreciate that one. He prefers simpler design,” Gabriel commented in a matter-of-fact tone.

That’s what staff were for. To my right: shelves of accessories. Cashmere scarves. Ties in silks and satins. Pocket squares folded like origami. Watches—Audemars Piguet, Vacheron Constantin, Patek Philippe—all ticking away with precision, each a quiet reminder that time belonged to me, not the other way around.

Her attention was entirely fixed on the box in his hands. Trying to show the same care she had, he began to open it, peeling the tape up, unfolding the wrapping paper. There was a polished mahogany box inside. The lid was emblazoned with a symbol in silver that he didn't recognize. It was a stylized cross, each arm of equal length and ending in a fleur-de-lis motif. Setting it on his lap, he carefully opened the silver clasp on the front and lifted the lid. He was surprised to find a watch inside; the box was much larger than any watch box he'd ever seen before. It was silver, with a white face and leather band. Just above the center arbor were the words "Patek Phillipe" with "Geneve" just b

Meredith took her tray up and looked down at her watch. “Even your watch is fancy!” Taylor looked at Meredith’s watch as she grabbed Meredith’s wrist, bringing it up to her face. Taylor whispered in awe as she read the name on the silver plated face, “Schaffhausen…fancy…” The watch face was surrounded with diamonds and had a moonphase in the face. Meredith had only allowed Brayden to get it for her because she liked the dark blue alligator leather band.