Broly Earrings Novels & Stories

Groaning, I popped in a pill and gulped down half a bottle of water. Ah! Why was it.... so.... blurry..... Rose's POV: The handsome guy, who was the subject of my fear, did leave something other than his creepiness that haunted me the entire day. I found it when our third sitting was almost over. A burly customer, who was sitting in table 23, called upon me and showed me this beautiful pair of earrings. After a lot of examination, I found out that those earrings were made out of emerald. Well, shit.

"I bought a sex toy company. I've relocated it here. I'll take you into the facility every day. Naked and in chains, every day. Some days you'll fuck all the workers. Some days we'll chain you up and let the best employees use you for a few hours at a time. It'll be the best employee benefit plan ever. And the researchers will use you to invent new sex toys. I'll still share you with the other guys, some of them, the ones who aren't assholes. If you'll come with me. Will you be Mine?" "Yes. What's best for me is being with you. Having you be my Master." It's a blur after that. Emerald Earring removed the collar and cuffs. He also insisted on removing the butt plug right there in the waiting

Yes, my brother was the popular jock at school, but he was my brother, and we loved and accepted each other just the way we were. I opened the box and looked up at him. The pair of earrings inside the box were beautiful. They were long white gold twisted strings with two pin gems attached. They were perfect for the dress I was wearing. “Mom told me your dress was pink…” He scratched the back of his head, and I smiled, “They are perfect.” I stood on my tippy-toes and kissed his cheek. Then, turning around, I attached them to my ears. “You look hot, Storm…” He said, and I gave him a funny look. It was something I never expected Ralph to blurt, “I mean, you do… not that I am attracted to you, b

The earrings were expensive. “Do you like it?” He asked in a low voice. I looked at them and nodded, “I like it, but I have no ear holes.” Ricky, “…” “The earrings I wore before they were pasted to the ears.” I smiled and said, “I am afraid of pain.” “Then don’t wear it,” he said. “Why don’t you return this?” I blinked and said, “They look quite expensive.” “I will give it to you. Deal with it as you want. Its yours!” he said indifferently.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where did you buy your earrings?" The pair of earrings hanging on the earlobes of the beauty were particularly delicate. They were just a few rice-sized beads. They were white, round, simple and elegant. "Are you talking about this?" The beauty was stunned for a moment, but she soon concealed the disappointment on her face. She replied politely, "This is a new product launched in August of BVLGARI. It's not available in our country. I asked someone to bring it back." "What is its name?"

"This collar piece uses a floating halo design. Twenty-two Colombian emeralds, tension-set between curved titanium bars for flexibility. They follow the line of the collarbone, not the neckline. It moves with the body, not against it. No flipping, no twisting. Even with hair down." Next, the earrings. "Triple-drop configuration. Mixed cuts: marquise, pear, and round. Center stones are white zircons, not diamonds. They give a wetter sparkle under LED but stay lighter on the lobe. The hooks are reverse-weighted to stop swingback when walking." Last one. "The bracelet's a hinged bangle. Center inlay of brushed gold with hex-set garnets, chosen for low reflectivity under spotlight glare. Interio

That man is something else. The third box is smaller, it looks like a jewelry box and she was right. The box contains a silver necklace with a moon-shaped pendant and a pair of dropping silver earrings with small moons that matches the pendant. She smiled at how beautiful they looked. Who knew that brooding billionaire had a nice taste?

he mutters sarcastically. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and walk out. He shuts the door behind me. Once in the hallway, I open my palm. The earring glints in the light. Silver. Teardrop-shaped. A diamond in the center. The earring I gave Sienna for her 24th birthday. That bitch.

There are so many of them that captured my attention: body-shaped vases, glass-blown flowers, cherubim with colorful wings, and dozens of trinkets. I am enthralled by the different accessories that sat on the velvet cases. I draw near it and gasp as I see what is inside. One is a simple leather bracelet with an engraved drawing of wings that can actually be split. One is larger and the other was smaller. It reminds me of Marcus. It will be perfect for us. I smiled and proceed to pay for it, though after paying, another thing caught my attention, which is the same earrings that Ryle gave to me. I stared at it for a while losing myself in a memory that has once haunted my dreams.

Shiela teased. "No." I answered firmly, making Misha clap in delight. "Let’s see," Shiela said with a laugh. I unwrapped the smaller box and found a set of jewelry—a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet—all in silver with a delicate rose design. They looked expensive. So, this is how the wealthy apologize.