Adore Violet Gem Novels & Stories

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Tonight was gonna be a good a night. As the girls inched closer to the house, Violet found herself preoccupied with the possibility of Brandon being there. Brandon was in her last class of the day and had been all year and she was certain he had no idea of her existence. He was cute, like really cute, and she had never really found the courage to approach him and even is she had he was always between girlfriends, he seemed to date like he changed underwear. She was absolutely ashamed of the fact that she'd let this crush go so long without saying a word to him about it, she was an adult after all, well she was ninteen which was basically the same thing. She'd spent the two semesters gazi

Adriana's Point of View I locked up my mother's house, saying goodbye to my past life. Daemon, Perry, Delilah, the other two witches, and I returned to the packhouse. Before Perry and the witches departed, Delilah gave me an amulet. It was a gemstone attached to a thin braided cord. The gem was made of blue tanzanite and sparkled like a blue crystal. I wish it had been amethyst to match my eyes, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

However, before she could climb the stairs, she noticed the head maid descending towards her. "Welcome back, my lady. I thought you had already left," the maid greeted with a warm smile. "I couldn't leave. Alpha Ezra doesn't want me to go," Violet replied. Her attention was momentarily diverted as she saw the maid carrying a pink gift box. Approaching Violet, the maid presented her with the gift box. "I was going to discard it. It's a gift from Alpha Ezra, an apology for making you upset the other day," the maid explained. Violet's eyes widened with surprise as she untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside lay a stunning diamond necklace, adorned with her initials.

And then, the curtains parted for the jewelry segment. Resting on a velvet cushion beneath a sharp spotlight was an exquisite, antique necklace. It was a masterpiece of delicate platinum work, holding a massive, teardrop-shaped violet tanzanite stone, surrounded by a halo of brilliant, uncut pink diamonds that looked like frozen droplets of fire. The moment the spotlight hit the stone, I noticed Aurelia’s eyes instantly widened. The ambient light reflected in her amber irises, and she leaned forward just a fraction, completely captivated by the rare, violet glow of the gem.

"Each time you find something even more valuable than the last. The only other Royal Violet Crystal in existence is worth 600 million!" "Indeed, the Royal Violet Crystal is considered nobility among gems," Aspen stated, finally relaxing. "Though mine isn't quite as valuable as the one Christina mentioned, this small piece is more than enough to cover all my previous losses." She turned toward Andrew, waiting for Elsie to declare her the winner. Elsie could only smile wryly—the comparison between Aspen's Royal Violet Crystal and Andrew's worthless stone could not have been more stark.

she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone. The air grew thick, awkward in a way I didn’t know how to explain. I pulled my hand back from Kael’s and tried to hide my flushed cheeks. “Not at all,” Kael muttered, standing and giving her space. Violet’s gaze flicked between us, and a knowing smirk tugged at her lips. She stepped forward, reaching into her cloak pocket and pulling something small into the light. It was a pendant, delicate but strange—an obsidian stone wrapped in silver filigree, etched with runes I couldn’t read. The way it caught the light made it seem alive, as though shadows moved beneath the surface.

Violet几个字没有吐出来，他这一定是做戏的吧，怕自己无意间会在Regina面前叫错，叫她为“Agatha”，所以就在平时也将她当Violet了。

And Violet—Violet—with her scar exposed and her spine unbent and that look in her eyes like she was untouchable now. She wasn’t supposed to survive that. She was supposed to run from the room in shame. Hide. Fall to pieces. Not stand there like a queen among ashes. Not steal the attention—again. My throat tightened as I reached for the carved jewelry box on the shelf. It was pale lavender, aged now, the paint chipped at the corners. Inside was a necklace—cheap, childish. A clay pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, painted in silver leaf. I’d almost forgotten it was still here.