Diamond Lover 소설 & 이야기

The Ferraro family diamond - a 15-carat D-flawless monstrosity rumored to be cursed - winked at her throat like a third eye. "Darling friends," Sylvia purred into the microphone, her voice dripping with false warmth. The diamond's facets cast prismatic shards of light across her collarbones as she turned. "Tonight isn't about apologies. It's about truth." A waiter near the stage shifted, his hand drifting toward his waistband. Damien catalogued the movement, simultaneously tracking the other two threats me had identified - a redhead by the champagne fountain with a knife strapped to her thigh, and the sommelier whose prosthetic left eye had a telltale red gleam that suggested a camera feed.

Dominique asked with curiosity. “Um, no, I just…” I stutter. Grabbing the box, Dominique pulls the necklace out slowly. I watch as he observed it. “This one is called the Diamond Tear. It’s a single Diamond in the form of a teardrop. The necklace is white gold, twenty carats. It’s a unique one in the world,” the woman explained briefly. Dominique raised his hand. Silently, I stare at the Diamond. Somehow my head started pounding. Groaning in pain, I held my head.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

Dom rolled his eyes and said “ A red diamond! Only the rarest and most expensive stone in the world! I have never seen one so big, it must have cost Xan an absolute fortune!” “Oh, and I suppose the hair stick is..” Grace said with a pale face. “Yeap made with gold and encrusted with red and white diamonds!” Dom said as he was putting it through her messy bun. “Shit!” Grace muttered as they helped her into her dress and shoes. Grace then had a diamond choker and bracelet. Her makeup was smoky eyes and red lipstick, making her green eyes stand out. “You look stunning!” Cassandra said spraying an expensive perfume over Grace.

Warning- Mature Content After 1 month Devika's p.o.v I am dancing in front of him wearing only a lacy panty. My whole body is on display and I am not feeling ashamed anymore. There is no tears or expression on my face. He said sipping alcohol from his glass," very good, my doll. Come here". I walked to him and stood in front of him. He looked at me raising his brow. I know what he is telling me to do.

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

His dark hair is neatly styled, completely clean, but the light catches the brutal silver scar cutting through his left eyebrow. My heart stops. It's him. The man from the Draven. He looks directly at us, his icy blue eyes meeting mine with the exact same predatory focus. The tailored suit handles his massive, violent frame beautifully, making him look less like a guest and more like a wolf masquerading as a guard dog. Evander smiles, a cold, sharp expression, and guides me straight toward him. "Damian," Evander speaks, his voice smooth as silk as we stop right in front of him. "I didn't think you'd have the nerve to show up to an event of this caliber. Let me introduce you to my new head de

It’s floating on its own. The precious stones shone brightly from the moment they entered the room. Demetria faced Clarice. “Dear, that diamond floating above the table is called the core. It’s the lifeblood of this sacred house and mountain. Starve it and this house and mountain will fall apart, and the vampire beasts will escape their hibernation chamber and create havoc on earth.” Clarice smiled in relief. She never expected the diamond to be the mysterious core. In her mind, she was imagining a scary monster hiding in the dark, ready to drink her blood.