Novel & Cerita Black Marble With Gold Veins

It is not noticeable from a distance, maybe because of the higher flowers and it is covered from sight because it is too far from where we were standing earlier. I approached the stone hedge and walked toward the middle of it. They are surrounded as if forming a gazebo. The floor was made of an obsidian stone, it was black and shiny but it had many cracks from age. There are still purple flowers there. In the middle, there is what appears to be a shallow basin also made of stone. Its flesh is like rainbow-like mercury. Which reflects whatever hits it but it moves because of the wind.

Madam Vanderbilt was certainly happy to see that Willow was willing to help her cousin out. At noon… Maisie flipped through the list of ingredients. Xander sighed helplessly. “Ms. Vanderbilt, Jade Mountain Co. is facing a shortage of rare rough stones. We can’t purchase rough stones like aquamarine, tanzanite, golden emerald, black opal, and topaz from them.”

It’s… it’s so exquisite. The floors are marble gold with fluorescent jade cracks. The walls are a burgundy red with gold detailing. The pillars appear to be made from the most vibrant jade with carvings of snakes wrapping around the pillars. Large golden vases are spaced out against the walls and every walkway above us is made from golden wood. Golden lanterns hang from every walkway and every hallway has red lanterns hanging from the ceiling. It’s gigantic and looks like something out of a fairy tale. I’ve never seen anything like it.

It was black in color and glowed with a strange luster under the light. At first glance, Philip could tell that this stone was extraordinary because the stone could absorb the power of rules in his body. Fortunately, Philip was able to break off the suction immediately. Marvin smiled, gestured at the black stone, and said to Philip, “Do you know this thing, Mr. Clarke?” Philip shook his head and said, “I don’t.” Marvin did not beat about the bush and said, “This is the raw material for making the essence of life, ebony stone. Do you know where it comes from?”

Chapter 4: Life of the Party ~ Willow ~ “This way Willow.” Mona whispered to me as we exited out into the hall. This place is super elegant. Everything is marble. These dragons sure know how to live. Everywhere I look I see white and gold and creamy orange marble. It’s simply beautiful, this whole place is. There are huge floor to ceiling marble columns that support the tall ceilings. This place is enormous, it has to be. Dragons are massive creatures.

I’m looking at the microscopic imperfections. Deep within the third emerald the largest, most brilliant stone there isn't a standard inclusion. There is a fracture line that looks completely wrong for an eastern European mine. It has a specific, cloudy iron-silicate signature. I’ve read about this layout in old textbooks. It only comes from one place on earth: a highly contested, illegal deep-crust vein in a region that has been under an international mining embargo for decades. It’s a blood stone. Evander didn't buy a legal legacy collection. He’s laundering illicit conflict gems through my Caged Heart line, using my clean reputation as the perfect camouflage.

“I'm sorry but he—” “You know what? Nevermind.” I shook my head and stormed into the place, briefly looking around the hallway I'd just entered. The halls sparkled with gold and marbles, adding to the beauty of the golden chandeliers lighting up the path. The air itself smelled like loneliness, old money and a hint of something sweet. A contrast to what mine smelled like. Mine felt likes straight-up death wrapped in bundles of money. I'd seen plenty of mansions like these; gold, power and money screaming all over the place, met a lot of their owners.

Even by my standards, this is over the top but anything that helps in putting down Dominic is a win for me. The room is enveloped in a dark gray color scheme that reminds me of a moonless night sky, with a polished black marble floor that subtly shines in the light, reflecting the sleek silver legs of the conference table. At the far end of the room stands a proud bronze statue of a wolf, mounted on a black marble base with intricate details highlighted, from its sharp claws to its textured fur, everything screams power.

That was a good thing. We got to the living room, and I couldn't help but marvel at how magnificent it was. The sitting room exuded sleek, masculine elegance, dominated by deep black hues with tasteful hints of gold. The walls were lined with black marble panels, their glossy surfaces reflecting the dim light in a way that made me feel like I was in a place where every detail had been crafted to impress. A sprawling sectional couch, upholstered in black velvet, sat at the center. It looked almost too perfect to sink into, but the dark, plush cushions seemed to invite me to sit.

The heavy marble door of the isolated powder room clicked shut behind Maeva, cutting off the distant, muffled classical music of the gala. The room was a pristine sanctuary of white Carrara marble, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh water. She stood before the grand vanity mirror, looking at the dark red stain of Zane's wine stretching across the front of her white silk gown. It looked like a blooming, bloody chest wound, but Maeva's face remained calm. She reached for a damp paper towel, intending to dab the liquid before it set.