Apple Bloom X Diamond Tiara Novels & Stories

"This is for the gala." ​He opened the box. Nestled inside was a single, dazzling sapphire pendant, surrounded by a delicate halo of diamonds, perfectly matching the deep blue of her gown. It was exquisite, easily the most beautiful piece of jewelry Amara had ever seen. ​He didn't offer it to her. He simply held it up, letting the dim light catch the cold, hard brilliance of the stone.

“We’ll have a big one for our fifth anniversary. We just wanted the babies born in wedlock.” I smile. “Yours was beautiful. We went out to eat. This one is just a bit bigger.” “Twenty-five people,” Amara says. “More like thirty-five,” I reply. My mom hands me my bouquet and places a delicate white fascinator on my head, it was lace with tiny pearls, perfect. “Here's your something, old, borrowed, and blue,” Jade says, fastening a necklace around my neck. I look down and gasp. A single teardrop blue diamond.

A diamond necklace shimmered at her collarbone as she studied herself in the mirror, brushing a hand over her small bump with a proud, restless smile. Behind her, Damien sat in his study, the phone call replaying in his mind like a thorn he couldn’t pull out. Alicia Torres. Amelia Stone. Ten million. His jaw tightened as he snapped the locks open on a steel case, counting crisp stacks of cash, sliding them neatly into a black briefcase.

A joyful tear dropped to the ground. "Uh-huh, you two don't have to do this," Candy said as she came to rest on Alicia's shoulder. "You'd make me cry too." Alice and Alicia laughed and wiped away their tears. "You both are the best!" "Alright, alright. To the main thing. Here." Night stretched out his paw and on it, laid two very beautiful brooches made in the form of an Astrantia flower. "There you go. Have it." Alice and Alicia's hearts warmed all over as they both reached for the brooches.

Chapter Thirty Seven I looked up at Gale, my eyes locked with his while my hands tightened around the flower banquet that I was holding. "Gale Hilton do you take Amelia Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish. To respect her as your woman and to stay by her side in richness and poor, in sickness and health until death do you apart ? " Gale turned to look at the magistrate then back at me " Yes I do " he replied with a smile of his own.

Every handshake, every smile was a calculated move. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached — tall, silver hair, diamonds that could fund small wars. “Mr. Whitlock,” she purred. “I didn’t expect you to bring company.” “Mrs. Greaves,” he said evenly. “You remember Elara Vale.” Her eyes flicked to me. Recognition. Pity. Maybe envy. “Ah yes, the infamous bride.” I smiled sweetly. “Infamy looks good on me.” Alexander’s mouth twitched — approval disguised as restraint.

5 billion dollars, made of gold, silver and platinum, and decorated with 2,500 diamonds, 212 pearls, 17 sapphires, 11 emeralds, and 5 rubies, this is to show how much I cherish you my dear child" the queen said as the crowd applauded. After the ceremony we took Tiara home with all the gifts given to her, I left her on her cradle bed and went back to my room to meet Clark on the bed. "Why is that look on your face?" I said in a smile as he sat up. "Hope you won't deny me of my right huh?" He said with a flirty look on his face. "What right are you talking about?" I asked, pretending not to understand him. "Hey don't joke with me, you have starved me enough, I fucking payed for this body" he s

From now on, we had to stand our ground against whomever opposed us. As per my request, Amber returned 5 minutes later with a splendid silver tiara. Pearls riddled the flawless creation. Mikaela's eyes lit up at the sight. Tentatively, she reached for the fragile thing on red velvet. No platinum case. Now was it really worth all of that anger when she could have simply went and fetched it?

Hanging from the back of the piece is one, a larger pear-shaped diamond that must be at least 50 karats that dangles down her back on a long, thick, gold chain. It’s a necklace fit for a queen. “What about you?” Apple asks gently, as she assesses my simple gown of bias-cut silk. “Where’s your dress and jewels?” “This is a second wedding,” I remind her as I place my hand on a simple ruby necklace. “It wouldn't be right." “Nonsense,” Apple frowns. “Like I said before, Amaryllis, this is your wedding day too. Now come," Apple insists. “Let’s get you ready.”

And set into the metal were small stones. "Diamonds?" Adrian asked. "And sapphires," Liam said. "Blue ones. Deep blue." "Why blue?" "For the dress," Liam said, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "The 'Reconciliation' dress. The storm cloud she wore the night she won. The night she let me back in." "And this?" Adrian pointed to a thin, jagged line running through the platinum vines. It was shaded in gold. "Gold," Liam said. "Kintsugi."