Booktok Jewelry Novels & Stories

The air itself smelled like money, floral and expensive. All my own jewelry had been handmade—a polished river rock on a string, a little braided bracelet of spare leather, and one anklet made from twine and a chipped sea shell I thought was pretty once. I'd never even touched anything like this. Robbie walked ahead and pointed at something behind one of the display cases. "How about this one?" he asked, nodding toward a delicate silver ring set with what looked like a piece of opal carved into the shape of a crescent moon. "I think it might suit you."

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

Meeting the senior was unexpected, but he did want to ask someone about the origin of that thing. Jamal bent down and opened the drawer next to the bookshelf. That drawer was locked, Jamal didn't want anyone at home to touch it. A small wooden box was handed to Amelia. Those were a pair of silver earrings, with oval green turquoise and red agate embedded on them.

I let out the breath I was holding and pushed the inner vault door the remainder of the way and slip inside. “Jeesh!” I expelled a whoosh of air as the room lit up and my eyes cast around the small area. Landing on several beautiful pieces. The King's crown, Gold and large with green and blue jewels adorning the thick band. White diamonds encrusted in the peaks of the crown. Several tiaras sitting on dark satin cushions decorated with gems of varying colors. But my eyes landed on the prize. In the center sat the queen’s crown. A bright and brilliant gold with emeralds placed along the band and diamonds at each tiny peak, much like the kings. But what set the queen’s crown apart was the enorm

My jaw is set so tight it aches. I glance to my right, noticing the boutique situated there. I’ve heard of it before. They sell custom jewelry, even more expensive than Tiffany and Cartier. It’s owned by an ultra-exclusive designer whose name is whispered rather than advertised. The kind of place that requires an appointment just to look at the door handle. No piece is ever repeated. Every item is one of a kind. I’m about to look away when something in the window catches the light. It’s a bracelet. A cuff, wide and heavy, crafted from brushed white gold. But it’s not delicate. It looks like armor.

I held them tight. Lucas presented me with a small, delicate locket made of polished silver. The locket was adorned with a tiny, shimmering opal that seemed to glow with a soft, white light. "I want you to have this, sis," Lucas said, his voice filled with affection. "It was Mom's favorite piece of jewelry. I think she'd want you to have it now."

she teased, and the twins whined in frustration. They walked up to the cashier's desk, and the woman was handing Ben the bag and a business card. There was a handwritten name and number on the back. Tina sighed and smiled. There was a display case by the desk, and something caught her eye. She looked into the display and admired a simple black choker necklace with a single blood-red stone in a black setting. There were matching earrings. She felt Ben's breath on her neck as he peered into the case over her shoulder. "That would look spectacular with that black dress we just got, wouldn't it?" he said. Her eyes immediately went to the price tag. She gasped.

I stopped looking at prices after the third store. Jewelry last. A quiet boutique tucked at the end of the corridor. Amara pointed to a display. “Something small. Something you can wear every day.” I picked a thin silver chain with a tiny crescent moon pendant. She added a pair of diamond studs (“small, classic”), a stack of delicate bangles, and a leather wrap bracelet with a black onyx stone. When the associate rang it up, the total flashed on the screen. I stopped breathing. Amara didn’t blink.

Although in truth, she knew Celine wanted something more private. Unfortunately, the boutique was quite crowded with several customers who suddenly gave Celine and herself the full spotlight. “What did you want to ask?” Celine picked out the pastel-colored heels studded with beautiful crystals. It reminded her of Jews Jewelry, which had its own unique features, especially necklaces and earrings. “What event are you going to?” Karen asked in a half-whisper. “Who knew I could quickly find you a reference. I... don't like this place very much.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head like he couldn’t help it. “This was a good idea,” I murmured, letting my fingers graze his thigh under the table. He looked down at me. “Just wait until tomorrow.” The jewelry boutique was tucked right next to the restaurant, almost like Stacy had coordinated the whole damn thing. Because of course he had. It wasn’t loud or flashy—not one of those tourist-trap diamond places with rotating lights and velvet ropes. This was sleek, quiet luxury. All glass cases and soft music, like diamonds were meant to be worshipped, not just worn.