Bleach Diamond Dust の小説・ストーリー

He darted off somewhere, returning moments later, slightly out of breath. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers. "Becca, these are for you. I hope they'll make you happy." He handed me the bouquet and kissed me gently on the forehead. I glanced at the flowers. The petals were curling at the edges, wilting slightly, as if they'd been sitting around for days. And they weren't daisies—my favorite. I never liked any other flowers. Stanley knew that. Yet, here he was, presenting me with what looked like a secondhand bouquet, expecting me to be overjoyed.

Preston asks. “Sure, but your Gamma couple might want to hear this too.” I tell Preston as I turn the screen towards Pearl and ask her the same question I asked my Mates. Like Darius, she doesn’t seem to get my drift. I wait until everyone has taken their turn at staring at the damn picture, but only Daxton has connected the dots. “Darius, can you describe out loud what you see?” I ask him, while turning the laptop towards him. “A pear-shaped stone with a rainbow effect, featuring many small diamonds and a small chain adorned with a teardrop-shaped diamond.” Darius says as he looks at the picture.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

I threw it. I hurled the Blue Diamond into the dark, toward the edge of the pier where the waves were crashing against the rusted pilings. "No!" Beatrice shrieked. She turned, her greed overriding her bloodlust, and lunged toward the darkness to catch the billion-dollar stone before it vanished into the sea. In that split second of distraction, Melanie moved. She hadn't been working for Beatrice—she had been waiting for her moment. She tackled Beatrice from behind, the two women spiraling into the mud.

"This isn't good." "You don't mean those drugs we had destroyed two years ago had reappeared, and the Crown Prince was using them." "No, I don't think he's that type of person to be using," I assured. "It seems someone in the palace has been giving him doses slowly until he snaps." "To think the Happy Dust has started to produce again." I bite my lower lip. Happy Dust is a drug that takes you into a hallucination of specific pleasure—anything you desire you will see to make it happen.

Everything. "I'll fix it," I gasped, clutching at anything that would give her hope. "There's a way to erase marks. I read it somewhere, some mixture derived from moonstone and bloodroot. I'll find it. Just. don't tell Mikhail. Not yet. Let me get a chance to fix it." Clara shook her head slowly, fear lingering on her face. "He's going to kill you," she whispered, and my heart tightened. "He's going to kill me."

Ceres (frowning as it nears her face): “What is that scent? It’s... bitter.” Handmaiden 1 (bowing): “It is called Volar Dust, my Queen. Part of the sacred tradition—meant to bless your senses under eclipse.” Ceres (voice hardening): “Sacred? That’s Duskroot. It weakens the nervous system in high doses.” Handmaiden 2 (nervously): “We were only instructed, Your Grace... Please... do not question the rites.” Ceres (to Blythe):

Falling should’ve felt loud. Screaming. Wind. Chaos. But the plunge into the darkness beneath the facility was silent—too silent. It was like being swallowed by a void that didn’t need sound to terrify you. Damien’s hand was clamped around mine, his grip desperate, nails digging into my skin as if he feared letting go meant losing me forever. The darkness swallowed everything, but after a few seconds, a strange, soft blue glow appeared below—like bioluminescent water. We hit it hard, except it wasn’t water. It was thicker, like gel or mist that held us before slowly lowering us to a solid surface.

I looked up and saw the tension of his jaw on me. "Can you do me a favor?" he whispered against my ear. I bit my lowerlip when I notice something. My brilliant thing caught my attention. I watch him in tears as a long silence stretched between us. I was thrilled to see another tear in his eye. Gradually I realized what that was. It was a diamond necklace that change its color depends on lighting. My lips parted when I felt him put it on me. He smiled while another set of tears where forming on my eyes.