Applebloom X Diamond Tiara Novels & Stories

I dragged out the word in a warning tone. Aaron glanced his way; Dad met his gaze and they both smirked. I flicked my eyes back to the monitor, trying to remember what it was that I had forgotten. My train of thought had been disrupted, and now I had to think long and hard about the email that I was attempting to write. Then, like a smack on the head, I remembered. Ruby had wanted a snowflake-themed wedding, and she had searched all over the internet for an Ice queen tiara. I begged her to let me partake in some of the arrangements. As much as our mothers were handling things, I wanted to add my personal touch to the design. Silver was harmful to werewolves. That was why I had a replica of t

Chris wanted to bang his head against a wall, because he knew from that very moment that he had ruined it all. “My favourite color is white,” Starr suddenly said out of the blues, killing the silence. “So, I actually prefer Gardenia, Daisies, Lilies and those sort of flowers, to roses.” Chris' eyes widened at the reveal, forgetting of his worry. “Really?” he asked, a little surprise. He thought she was going to be more of the red or black kind of lady. Oh, how much he knew nothing about her. She smiled, nodding. “Funny enough. I was one to get into a lot of fights when I was younger. Fight for friends and families, and my own fights.”

Franco reached into his tuxedo jacket. "Lolita," he said, stepping out from behind the podium. He didn't drop to his knee – Kings do not kneel in the dirt when they propose; they stand as equals. But the reverence in his posture was absolute. He opened a small, black velvet box. Inside rested a historic, flawless, thirty – carat blue diamond, set in platinum. It was a museum – grade stone. It was a monumentally valuable artifact worth easily ten times the generic, flashy rock sitting on Krista’s left hand. It caught the chandelier light and threw shards of brilliant blue fire across the walls.

"Since you claim it's your favorite, you should know that the 'Eternal Bloom' collection drew its inspiration from the talented designer Alexa's 'Dark Desire' collection." Vincent shifted his knowing gaze onto the swaying golden rose earring on Alyssa's left ear. From Jasper's perspective, Vincent's was a suggestive and flirtatious glance. He felt uneasy and burdened when Alyssa was subjected to Vincent's gaze. "Ms. Alyssa's jewelry is from Alexa's 'Dark Desire' collection. In other words, the popular 'Eternal Bloom' collection wouldn't exist without 'Dark Desire.'"

My hands were steady as I unzipped the bag. The dress inside was a mockery. Yellowed satin, cheap lace, with a long tear across the bodice. It smelled of mothballs and spite. Isabella’s dress, however, was a masterpiece of ivory lace, beaded with pearls—more bridal than anything I’d ever owned. "It’s beautiful," she sighed, spinning. "If only I had a tiara." Alexander turned to me. "You have your mother’s heirloom tiara, don’t you? The one with the sapphires. You wouldn’t mind if Bella borrowed it?"

"Oh, no!" Tiara grabbed the edge of the sink and started to pull herself together. Her eyes were filled with emotion. It was clear from her gaze and her flushed face that she didn't want to be disturbed. "Damn Helena!" she muttered as she banged her fist on the sink, which was covered in luxurious ceramic tiles. Tiara stood in front of the sink, her breathing coming in short, rapid gasps. She was seething with rage. She couldn't accept that Helena had won the diamond at such a high price—something she couldn't possibly match.

"Don't feel obligated to wear it. I just want to share a little piece of my parents with you. If they were here, they would love you like a daughter and would be very happy that I found you. It was my mother's and now it's yours. With love. Your Alexander." I was already crying. I opened the box and inside rested a beautiful and delicate tiara. It was a fine work in gold, imitating the branches and leaves of a rose bush, with beautiful roses perfectly sculpted in the metal. The flowers and leaves were covered with tiny diamonds and there were pearls scattered among the leaves. It was perfect! I thanked Patrick for being the bearer of something so beautiful, important, and precious, not for i

“As you can see, Evangeline is wearing Giulio Agassi’s missing masterpiece—a tiara with a 376-carat diamond and real ruby studs around it. It’s one of the most expensive jewels and the only piece of its kind in the world. “And the darling wearing it, Evangeline, is well-groomed into submission. She’s easy to tame, I tell you. Her little fingers will take care of your cock, and her tongue will swirl you so delicately to your orgasm. Her tits are barely ripe, and...” He walks behind the girl and lifts her skirt, then slips a hand into her undergarment. The girl jerks slightly but doesn’t move from where she’s standing. “... She’s very, very wet.”

Wilbur nodded, and the saleswoman from earlier reluctantly turned away. Tasha led Wilbur to browse through the jewelry, smiling as she asked, "Sir, how may I address you?" "Trevor Penn," replied Wilbur. Tasha smiled. "Mister Penn, please take a look at this item." Tasha pointed to a counter, where a blood-red diamond was displayed. The diamond was the size of a quail egg and entirely crimson. It was cut with eight facets that refracted a radiant red glow. Amidst its exquisite beauty, it carried a poignant sensation akin to fresh blood.