Watch Chain Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I finally voiced out, I was going crazy with confusion. “Child, that watch is the last watch remaining from the Chronos seliel 1936, by the famous watch maker, Patek Phillipe. Old man Hayes has been looking for where to get this watch for the past few years, but couldn't find it.” My grandpa said, his mouth curved up in a bright smile. “Yes Child, my dad had one just like this, but, it got misplaced before he died and I'd been searching for this watch for years, and here you just handed it to me. Nana I can't thank you enough” He said pulling me into his embrace.

Maybe if I seemed like a man of some other sort, aside from the kid who followed behind his brother, I'd be treated another way. And from the little wooden box I kept in the back of my drawer, I pulled out the one thing that had made me feel like success was something I could wear. A watch. Not just any watch. A TAG Heuer Carrera Calibre 16, stainless steel watch case, sapphire crystal face, automatic chronograph movement that ticked as smoothly as the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Coleman Children's Hospital – 10:22 AM Michael's Rolex cracked against the pristine white tile as hospital security pinned him, the sound echoing through the pediatric wing where only moments earlier he'd been shouting loud enough to send nurses scrambling for panic buttons. The gold watch—a $38,000 Cosmograph Daytona he'd bought to celebrate Coleman Corp's IPO—spiderwebbed across its face, time literally stopping at the moment his control shattered completely.

Tick. My eyes widened and I quickly reached down to my father’s gold watch I had in my pocket. The metal was hot, not cold to touch. I felt the small gears moving and I slowly flipped it open. The hands that were frozen in time were moving again. I stared at it, looking at the hands moving again with a soft ticking sound. How was it working again? Why was it hot? My eyes fixated on the chain hooked to the watch. It seemed to go into the gold in the center. I tugged on it and it pulled away from the watch. Dangling from the end of the chain was a small, golden key.

Genevieve gripped the edge of the sink tightly until her knuckles turned white. She had no idea who Amelia Rhodes was. But something about the photograph... the tears, the desperation... it struck too close to home. The note beneath it felt less like information and more like a warning. She checked the time. It was 10:43 PM. If this was a trap, it was a beautifully orchestrated one. But if it wasn’t— She turned to leave and froze. On the dresser sat Charles’s watch. He had worn it every day. It was a Vintage Patek Philippe watch. The last time she saw it, it had been on his wrist, right before the accident.

Nor was it that she left the present filed in the jewelry box, but it became something so normal that it lost its meaning. I didn't want that to happen with Chelsea, but on the trip I saw a beautiful Chanel Code Coco watch , in a catalog that came to my email, which I couldn't resist buying. It was ceramic and steel encrusted with diamonds. The dial was very simple: two sections lacquered in glossy black. The lower one housed the hours and minutes, and the upper one a princess-cut diamond of 0.05 carats. It cost me almost eleven grand, but come on, it wasn't that I couldn't afford it and Chelsea deserved more than that. The watch was shaped like a bracelet, which would fit perfectly on her w

It was a vintage watch shop, and they entered the shop. There were various collections of antique watches and clocks. They went to the section of wristwatch collections. Lisa looked around to see the collections. She was stunned and couldn't help but admire the shop owner who had collected so many antique watches. Her eyes landed on a wristwatch. The dial was black while the digits and the hands were silver in color. It was round in shape with a silver border. There was a sub-dial in the center and an integrated date window on the right side corner of the dial. It was a manual wristwatch with a silver chain. She liked the watch at first glance, and it was perfect for the temperament of Carl

he said, pointing to the rear passenger seat. As Moza sat beside him, her gaze accidentally fell upon his wrist. There sat a luxury watch with a hauntingly familiar design. Moza’s body stiffened, her mind diving into the bitter memories she had tried so hard to bury. Audemars Piguet. It was the exact same model that the mysterious man had left behind in the resort room. Elzen seemed to notice the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes caught her focus on his watch. "Are you interested in this watch?" he asked as the car sped toward the mansion gates.

With Noah taken care of, I returned my attention to the safe, and that’s when I noticed a large groove on the safe’s bottom. “Hm,” I muttered curiously. “What?! What is it?” Matthew anxiously persisted. “Do you see something? What is it?” “You may have been right about the watch after all, Matthew Vance.” I took the watch and placed its face into the circular indentation of grooved mechanisms and immediately four numbers lit up above it, something a blind eye wouldn’t have readily noticed. Then, a click! Matthew and I looked at each other, our eyes wide and excited with what came next. “Well! Don’t just sit there, open it up!” He exclaimed.

It was the watch that caught her attention this time. It sat on Ophelia’s vanity—a limited edition Patek Philippe, encrusted with tiny diamonds, the gold reflecting light like liquid fire. The kind of watch that screamed money and power. Wren reached for it, her eyes gleaming with greed. Her fingers brush against the smooth, cold surface. But before she could lift it, Ophelia’s hand shot out, snatching it away. The sharp snap of the clasp shutting was deafening in the quiet room.