Broken Jewel Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

" At this time, Brawen noticed that on Julie's left ear, there was also a small earring. Of course, at a glance, Brawen knew it and her earrings were of the same material. Only one difference, her earrings are shaped like snowflakes, and Julie's earrings are shaped like a small diamond. Under the moonlight, that ice diamond seemed to give off a Brawenh shimmer, but that Brawenh shimmer couldn't match the eyes of the teenager before her eyes. Brawen's arm was free, but she still didn't straighten up. Because those hands are tightly pressed against the small hands, the movements are very gentle like cherishing a precious treasure, the thin red lips like lipstick with a faint smile, the dreamy

“It’s not every day you see someone who owns a green imperial jadeite because it’s one of the rarest gemstones in the world. And that’s what you are—my own one-of-a-kind Jadeite, my precious gemstone—and there’s only one of you for me in this world. Only one Jade, rare and second to known. You could be broken in so many ways, and you’ll still be the most precious gem in my sight.” She blinks, her lips trembling, and I watch her try to find back her tears. “There are so many people who claim to be nobles; there’s always an Arya everywhere you turn. You don’t just turn and happen to come across a Jadeite anywhere and everywhere. You are rare, Jade. You are precious, my broken gem that’s still

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'

I chuckled quietly, "Good… because there’s something you don’t know. That teardrop necklace is special, Skylar. The black gem in the center of the stone? That’s the real treasure. It’s very rare… and very unique." I crouched down, picked up one of the broken earrings from the floor, and held it in my hand. "Look at this," I told her, standing back up. "Hold it up, and look closely. The light doesn’t dance inside it. It doesn’t glow. It stays dull." Skylar took the earring from me and did what I asked. Her eyes squinted a bit as she studied it carefully. A few seconds later, I saw the realization hit her. She gasped quietly, her mouth opening in shock.

- she said. A splendid light from the deity illuminated all around the 9th space. Then a yellow jewel appeared in front of Olivia. She took the jewel with delight. The jewel is extremely sparkling yellow, if looking closely, it can be seen that there is a beautiful white flower inside the jewel. It’s white and special. Moreover, there is a sapphire near the flower. Olivia was curious about the sapphire, she stared at the sapphire for a long time. But… Light from the jewel appeared, shinned everywhere. Olivia couldn’t see anything because of the light, only the sound of the deity remained in her ears.

It spilled down her back in wet waves, still damp from the shower, contrasting sharply against her pale skin. She reached up for a mug, the shirt riding higher, and I nearly growled aloud. I kissed the top of her head, muttered a lie about pack business, and got out before I dragged her back to bed. The mall was too bright, too loud, but I had a mission. First, the jeweler. The necklace stopped me cold: white gold chain, delicate yet strong. A heart-shaped diamond, flawless, suspended in open filigree. The saleswoman explained the Eternal Bond collection—how the setting held a hidden chamber for something personal. Hair, ashes, perfume… or blood.

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

Maybe it was a chill from her cold heart. Thalia rubbed the crystal necklace in a comforting manner. It was a beautiful aventurine necklace her mother had given her before she passed. The necklace was one of the most beautiful possessions she owned. The aventurine exuded an ethereal glow. Its polished surface shimmered with hues of vibrant green. The pretty green hues of the crystal resonated with her heart, reminding her of the boundless beauty of nature.

Peeping out into the ballroom, waiting to make our grand entrance, I see a sea of faces all talking, laughing, and bedazzling. Jordan adjusts my moonstone necklace, called the Tears of the Moon Goddess. Made of 24-karat gold, it has layers of moonstones linked together. The matching bracelets set the dress off strikingly, and he checks the clasps on them. “These are just breathtaking,” I say. “Thank you for this gift.” Jordan, radiant in blue and gold silk, kisses my shoulder. “Treasures for our treasure. Are you ready?”