Buccellati Bruno Novels & Stories

"You really dragged me out here on a Sunday afternoon for this?" "Her last name is Morgan. Rowan told me that," I say. "But this monogram, look at it. J.S. Those aren't her initials. What if Morgan isn't her real name? What if she lied to Rowan about who she is?" Sebastian sighs like this entire conversation is a waste of his time. "What's your point, Novalyn?" "It's custom-made," I continue. "From an Italian brand called Bellatore Milano. Do you know how much something like that costs? Thousands of dollars. This isn't some random gift or hand-me-down. Someone paid a fortune to have this made specifically for them."

"Good things only, I presume?" Bruno laughed loudly at that. "If I had a daughter that was as witty as you, I would only say good things about her." "So you're interested in antiques?" Irina nodded. "I'm a collector. It's a hobby of mine." Bruno nodded. "It seems we share a common interest. The ones here are from the fifteen century." "Very sturdy and beautiful." Irina couldn't hide her surprise. "That's so expensive and..." "I know," Bruno murmured. "But beauty does come with a heavy price, doesn't it?"

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Their voices grew as King Guaya arrayed in royal battle gears, with no mask, bustled out from the front battalion. He was the ruler of the kingdom of Muzagah. He was the tallest of all of them, apart from the abnormal giants who guarded the prince. He was not sophisticatedly dressed in war attires like his rival, yet his chest was encased in a sort of poor quality brass-made breastplate which complimented the male skirt he wore which was made of lion skin. A white girdle tightened his waist. Feathers of all kinds were stuck to his crown. Five medallions, two amulets; one bronze pendant and chains dangled about his neck. He walked like a big elephant, stamping the earth with vigor, and trundl

Bruno was the next sought after, he was one among the most eligible bachelors and his handsome face was on another level. “Can we ask you a few questions please sir” some of the reporters ran towards him and Bruno came to a standstill before gesturing for them to go on. “You look lovely tonight by the way” another female reporter chipped in and Bruno nodded before flashing her a smile and she almost went mad with ecstasy. “You have come to the grand opening of the B-clothing, what are your thoughts on it?” “Well” he shrugged, “this is like every other event i or the big boss has attended. We were invited to come and we couldn’t refute”

The man who informed the nurse station that he was father was standing beside my unconscious body. "I don't know." I said, my gaze not leaving the old man. I could only examine his back from our view but I couldn't help myself from sizing him up. He was tall and lean. He was well-dressed: white long sleeved shirt and black slacks. My gaze went down to his shoes: Brunello Cucinelli. I also noticed the watch on his left hand. It was a Patek Philippe watch. I'd always had an eye for luxury brands so I knew I wasn't mistaken.

“ Yes ! “ said Axel . “ What is this ? “ asked Damian . “ This is the brooch my favourite designer has made . There was a poster about the event where he would show this rare piece that he did in the beginning if his career , before he got famous . It’s an amazing piece that has always fascinated me since childhood……but……..How did you know ? “ said Antonio surprised . “ The day we met at the restaurant where you had come with Derrick and Damian , I noticed that you were looking at the poster with an amazed and interested look . I thought that you were very interested in the item the post had so I decided that this would be the perfect birthday for you . “ said Axel . Antonio looked at the b

June noticed my interest and approached with a warm smile. “Beautiful choice,” she said softly. “This is the ‘Lumiére Duo’ — a true limited edition masterpiece. There is only one set in the entire world. It was meticulously crafted by the renowned jeweller, Tiffany Caldwell, exclusively for our flagship store. No other piece like it exists anywhere.” My eyes widened slightly as I leaned in closer, mesmerized by the intricate design.

"What are they going to auction tonight?" "There are paintings, antiques, and jewelry." Natalie put down the cup in her hand and continued, "It is said that the final product is a brooch. It is the collection of a dancer. The HN Group collaborated with a famous designer a few years ago to release a limited edition. There are no more than ten in the world. In addition to the designer's death last year, the value of the brooch is even higher. Many of the women present came for the brooch." HN Group was a world-renowned luxury company. Every year, they would collaborate with the most famous designer in the world to make a limited edition.