Black Diamond Su Novels & Stories

Because rounding the corner from the opposite direction, moving with the kind of controlled efficiency that suggested a man who had places to be and the authority to get there, was Damian Blackwood. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit that had clearly been tailored specifically for his frame...broad shoulders, lean waist, the kind of fit that made regular suits look like they were apologizing for existing. His dark hair was immaculate. His gray eyes were focused on his phone, reading something with a slight furrow between his brows that managed to look powerful rather than confused. He was, objectively, one of the most beautiful men Maya had ever seen. She'd thought that when she'd glimpsed

I owned an array of diamonds jewelry and other precious stones, but these… these were rather something else. They were warm under my touch, sparkling under the light around us. They felt like whole living, breathing aliens that could transform in an instant and swallow us into their never-ending obsidian and eternal darkness. And that only made me feel even more drawn to them. “They are warm,” I noted as the Pagani continued roaring and traveling down the Italian road at an unbelievable speed. “Black diamonds unlike others, swallow up the light. They don’t reflect it.” Alejandro explained in a hushed tone.

But after years, he finally realized why the woman would leave them, leave him. The obvious reason why everyone was escaping from him was his unnatural hair. While the majority of people had dark or light hair, blond, red, or grey when they get old, his hair has a very strange tone that nobody has in our world. The closest colour that could be suggested would be white pearl but it was very different because his hair shone with a thousand fires. It was visible even in the extreme darkness, that's why he was never afraid to sleep alone in the night. After many comparisons, he and his father had concluded that his colour was what is called diamond. It was a sparkling, magnificent crystal colour

I just hope he is not the one. I stood up from the bed and checked the package given to me by Damon to find out that it was a watch. I checked the brand and the name. And it is called Me and U Watches, it must be a couple watch, where is the second one, maybe it is with Damon. It looks more like a phone, this must be a smart watch. The watch is a combination of Gold, Silver and Diamond color. I don't know if the gold and silver is real, but the diamond stone used to design it, is real, this must cost a fortune.

"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information." Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room. “Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless.

Slowly—too slowly, with a reluctant dread—I looked up. Damian Blackwood stood before my desk, a towering, imposing figure silhouetted against the waning light from the windows. He was silent, utterly unreadable, a statue carved from granite and ice. His suit was black, tailored to perfection, the fabric a rich, almost inky void against the pale office walls. His tie was loosened just enough at the collar to hint at something dangerous, untamed, beneath the impeccably controlled surface. But it was his eyes that made my stomach clench, tightening into a knot of apprehension—cold, sharp, glinting like storm-polished obsidian, reflecting the last of the office lights with an almost predatory in

She was pretty sure the bike was for her, but just to be sure, she turned to look at Knight. The glare had gone and was replaced with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “Do you like it?” “You bought me a new bike,” Sue said dumbly. “It’s a hybrid, so it’s good for on- and off-roading, apparently,” Knight said as he moved past Sue to get to the bike. He wheeled it out into the hallway so Sue could get a better look at it. “It’s got a triple-butted aluminum frame, twenty gears, and a gel flow saddle.”

Inside, resting on black silk, were six large black diamonds, each one glowing faintly under the spotlight with a dark, almost magnetic brilliance. Victor stepped beside them, his tone calm but commanding. "These," he said, "are black diamonds of the highest grade—unearthed from volcanic caverns buried deep beneath the earth’s crust. Formed under extreme pressure and heat, far beyond what conventional mining ever reaches." He let the moment breathe, eyes scanning the room. "Each stone is over 100 carats. Flawless and unbreakable. Rarer than gold, even rarer than blood. These aren’t just jewels—they’re legacy pieces, the kind of power that speaks without a word."

Jay looked at the remaining 20 high-quality jade stones, chose two of the most inferior quality suet white jade, and weighed them in his hand. Then, he yelled out, "A high-quality 2.2 pounds suet white jade will cost at least 50,000 bucks per 0.022 pounds in the market. This would cost 500 million, but I’ll let it go for 200 million today. Also, Imperial Capital Grand Asia's jewelry designer will design it for you until you’re satisfied with the finished product."