Are The Diamonds Sisters Novels & Stories

I stare at Dia who had a sisterly worried face "Diamond" I called and she faced me smiling, you know the smile that says "Death" but that's not my problem. "Has the betta started talking to you?" I ask but her face dropped "No...but these days he has been giving me disgusting glares, I'm so tired of him I might give up soon," She said with a teardrop from her eyes. That's one thing about diamonds. She's too emotional, not like I'm not but I've been through so much pain that sometimes I know how to bottle up the biggest pain but with Diamond, it's not like that.

she said with some degree of certainty– sniffing back her tear as she briskly wiped her eyes and zoomed off. Phidel’s words dawned on Phidelia as plainly as they were. For some seconds, she remained in her spot– perplexed. She felt the pain and bitters her sister harbor but then couldn't help in any way. She doesn't want to see her become cold just because of her~ no, that’s not what she wanted. Finally getting a hold of herself, she rushed after her twin. By then, they had already gotten to the house. ******** Scampering into the porch, Phidel found the house surprisingly quieter than usual– especially for a time when she knew both Isla and Jade should be at home. Pushing the door open, she

She chuckled, “surprised? I knew that you wanted Aria back at the pack so you could reconnect with her. You want your mate back?” She drank the remaining drink and when she was done she stared at the glass before smashing it against the wall, startling me. “Diamond! You should respect yourself in front of me.” I commanded. She turned to me with a smile, “You chose me and I won’t let a girl who was picked up by my parents in the street be the one to ruin my life.” I pause at the revelation. Diamond and Aria were not really sisters? “Diamond, what do you mean by that?” I asked her.

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.

Ardeshir barely replied for he had different thoughts. “Just count it as my jealousy since my royal brother wants me to get married to a chief prince. Someone like you, Ardeshir,” Darina stated while making herself busy slicing other meats. She didn’t hear any reply from Ardeshir but she knows that this Zik Prince is still looking at her. “Eat this, Dilruba,” she said and brought a piece of meat to Dilruba’s mouth. “Remember that I take you as my sister. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, just tell me and I will deal with them menacingly.” Ardeshir knows that Darina’s implication was about him. So he bowed to Darina and asked to dismiss himself by proceeding to his own room on the upper

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

“He’s good with kids. Stable. Doesn’t show up as my sister’s fiancé. Doesn’t buy my client’s company to monitor infrastructure and possibly my life. Low standards, but look at the market.” I looked at both of them. Arianna was sitting very still now. Too beautiful to look that wrecked, but her eyes had gone wide and her mouth had fallen slightly open again. Sienna held the stem of her glass, but she didn’t drink. Her thumb moved slowly over the glass, up and down, up and down. I knew that face. They were putting the timeline together. Zach. Fiona. Northlake. Karl. The twins. They knew I wasn’t done, because a woman like me did not use three bombs when she still had one grenade left in her ba

Colette approached with two middle-aged hags in tow. “Marge, Tilly, this is Luna Leona. Girls, Margery and Tilly are the Magnover sisters. They own the largest diamond mines in the world.” She beamed as if the gems were hers. One of the old bats adjusted her spectacles, looking me up and down with a sneer, as if my custom-tailored gold couture gown was a repurposed garbage bag. “Oh, Leona… I’ve heard of you. I didn’t realize you were a Luna. Judging by the rumours, I assumed you were just some warrior's brat who spent her life rolling in the dirt of a battlefield.”

I turned away, my throat tight as I forced myself not to cry, and that’s when I heard footsteps echoing against the marble. I turned around and my breath caught. “Diamond?” Derrick’s younger sister stood in the doorway, a pale sweater around her slim frame, and she stared at me with wide eyes. She was older now, more refined, but I would’ve known her anywhere. “Natasha?” I nodded slowly, unsure of how she would react. Diamond had always been fond of me before I went to prison. But five years was a long time. Allegiances could change. “Why aren’t you at the wedding?” I drawl out carefully, giving her a skeptic stare.

“There has to be. Maybe there aren’t just two sisters. Maybe there’s a third one no one knows about which is Amelia Stone.” James blinked. “A secret sister? That’s… huge, boss.” “Yeah,” Damien said, his expression hardening. “And I want the truth every last bit of it.” He stood up, his voice steady and cold. “James, dig deeper. I want full background checks on the Rodriguez sisters, Katherina, Adrianna, and Amelia. Every record, every rumor, every hidden file.” James nodded quickly. “Got it, boss. Keep it quiet, right?”