Blu Jewel Novels & Stories

I ended the call before he could finish that sentence. The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we arrived at the private lounge of Glow Jewelry. Hugo pulled out a chair for me, whispering, “I just want to make sure your finger is happy before the night comes.” Across from us, Madame Valeria Glow—a refined woman with silver hair and an ivory-white suit—opened a purple velvet box. Three ring designs were displayed: a pale blue oval sapphire flanked by baguette diamonds, a light yellow marquise set in rose gold, and lastly, a large colorless brilliant cut surrounded by a halo as delicate as morning dew.

No casting machine, no wax injector, no laser welder—just a pretty little sketch that couldn’t magic itself into diamonds and gold. If I wanted BloomState to actually exist, I had to go back to Nyx Collective and use their gear. Which meant risking a Violet Lin sighting. And I was not in the mood for that. Ashton must have read my mind. ‘I’ve got a friend who owns a small jewellery studio. Not as polished as Nyx, but it’ll get the job done.’ My eyes lit up. ‘That’ll be perfect. Thanks.’ It wasn’t just Violet I wanted to avoid.

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

The lights in the hall dimmed, and a single, powerful spotlight hit the center of the stage. “And now,” the spokesman said, his voice dropping to a reverent tone. “The final piece. The crown jewel of our collection.” The assistants brought out the necklace. It was a stunning blue diamond, surrounded by a halo of smaller white diamonds, set on a platinum chain that looked like liquid moonlight. Under the chandelier’s glow, the blue stone reflected a deep, oceanic light that danced across the walls of the hall. It was so beautiful it felt illegal to look at.

Isla crossed her legs, straightened her shoulders as gave Damien an unreadable look. The clink of water being poured into glasses by the waitress broke the tension for a moment. “So…” Damien leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, his gold wristwatch catching the light of the space. “Convince me. Tell me why should I sell the Blue Flame Stones to you?” Isla pressed her lips together, then lifted her chin. “The Blue Flame Stones aren’t just another gem. They’re a weapon. Exclusive rights could redefine the luxury market, and Khan’s Empire is the only brand with the scale, reach and reputation to take it global.

Jewel's eyes filled with intense inner conflict. As Dominic had said, the value of White Cosmos No. 1 was not something a small company like JewelMed could truly assess. Even if JewelMed were sold off entirely, its absolute ceiling would hover around 70 million dollars. However, White Cosmos No. 1 represented an untouched blue ocean in the market, with no competition whatsoever. Viewed this way, even retaining only 30% of the shares would still yield enormous profits. But if she agreed, she would no longer be JewelMed's sole owner, and that reality weighed heavily on her.

She looked around and said coldly, "My happiness lies in my hands. None of you have the right to exercise control over me." With that, Jewel walked out of the hall. Had she known what would happen earlier, she would not have returned to her family. Suddenly, a figure stood in front of Jewel; it was Bruce. "Jewel, your family has agreed to the marriage proposal. Why are you putting up resistance?" Bruce said with a smile. He felt an impelling urge to grab Jewel’s hand. Jewel dodged him and said coldly, "Bruce, you are from the Yellow Sea Mainland cultivator’s organization. You should know my identity well. You’re being presumptuous today. Aren’t you afraid of the Elysium Gate?"

“Something feminine but durable.” The jeweler nodded and began pulling rings from the tray, setting aside ones that didn’t fit my description. Eventually, he held up three options. The first was too ornate. The second was too plain. But the third... The third was perfect. It was a silver band with a deep blue sapphire set flush with the metal so it wouldn’t catch on anything. Simple but beautiful. Strong but elegant. Just like Natalia. “This one,” I said, picking it up so it caught the light. I glanced at Damon. “What do you think?”

Friday. Before I realized it, a faint smile had already found its way onto my face. Tomorrow. I wondered whether Jenny would see it coming. My attention drifted back to my phone. I unlocked my phone and opened the I*******m page of Beaumont & Co., the jeweler I'd worked with more than once over the years. The newest collection filled the screen as I scrolled slowly through polished photographs... platinum bands, oval diamonds, emerald cuts, delicate halos resting against velvet displays beneath carefully arranged lighting.

The room went silent for a moment, everyone amazed by the sheer beauty of the jewel. "La Bella Azul, once owned by the Spanish princess has been guarded for generations by the Callahan family. The bitting for this one-of-a-kind, historical jewel starts at five million." With the way my eyes spread open, it's a good thing they didn't fall out of my head. Tamara wasn't far behind me on that. "Five million?" Tamara whispers to me, her jaw hanging open from the surprise. "And that is only the lowest bit," Mira says unfazed.