Chel El Dorado Original Design Novels & Stories

Tonight was nothing special, nor were there any new information or stuff we didn’t know, and judging by the look on Arrow's face, none of us were too happy about it. “No offense Celeste,” Arrow started, dragging his feet to the nearest chair -which was a tattered and almost fully fallen apart chair- and slumping down with too much trust in that old chair, dust clouding off of it. “But I think you found the only one cool thing in this hel-” A tearing sound of fabric paused his voice and together we looked towards Chelsa, who had a brightening grin. In her hands was the red book cover, torn in two, and the original book cover was finally able to breathe after years of being hidden; in the midd

Chloe looked at her earrings and said genuinely, “Your earrings are beautiful. They really suit you.” Eloise was a little caught off guard by the sudden compliment and paused before replying, “Thanks.” “I’m into pearls, too,” Chloe said, revealing a single pearl necklace resting on her neck, delicate and simple. The pearl was mounted in a silver snowflake-shaped design with small diamonds embedded in it. Understated, but elegant. “I haven’t seen a design like that in stores. Is it custom-made?” Eloise asked. “Yeah, a friend gave it to me,” Chloe answered. Her eyes sparkled a little, and a soft smile spread across her face. Clearly, she was happy thinking about the person who gave it.

"Since you believe Sandra is a ghost, let me show you the haunt. I will forge a 'Luna-Guard' chest plate right here, on this stage. The theme is Neo-Metropolis—urban warfare for the modern pack. If any of you think you can match an Ashford's fire, step forward." The challenge was a thunderclap. For the next three hours, the arena was filled with the scent of ozone and burning silver. I didn't use the high-tech automated hammers; I used the old ways—the rhythmic strike of steel on steel, my movements a blur of calculated violence. When I finally quenched the plate in the cooling vat, the steam rose like a protective spirit. The design was a masterpiece of tourmaline-injected silver, a futuris

Her sharp features remained composed, her posture flawless. She did not rush. She did not smile unnecessarily. She simply stood. The velvet covering lifted. A full collection was revealed— Earrings. Ring. Necklace. Bracelet. And a brooch. Unlike Sterling Arc's soft lunar theme, Golden Crest's design carried sharp geometry. Deep blue gemstones were framed in structured platinum settings, each piece reflecting light in deliberate angles. Controlled. Authoritative. Elara began her presentation. "This collection is titled 'Sovereign Line.'"

Faced with Dr. Carter's accusations, Elio frowned and replied, "That's because you’re nowhere near good enough!” With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his golden instruments, attracting everyone's attention. Silver ones were quite common in the world of alternative medicine, but golden ones were much rarer. Elio’s Earth Burrower was even more unique. It had a brown rhinoceros horn for its handle, with the word "Salvation" engraved on it.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

The matching chalice was sitting off to the side. “Here.” Martina walked around the table and looked behind her before she pulled out a small box. The Nike shoebox seemed humorous to the way she was being as gentle as she could. Gently opening the lid, a chalice sat surrounded by bubble wrap. It was gold with rubies, sapphires, diamonds and emeralds. In an alternating pattern along the top. There were obvious black spots in a row that looked like someone’s hand had been there for so long, it was permanently etched into the gold.

Kevin said to me when I got out of the car. I stared at the building standing before me. Dakota Jewelries has an enormous building, this building is a three-storey building, but very nice. It's a glass-and-stone building. I walked through the front door into the lobby. It was very spacious, sleek and very intimidating. The floor was black marble, neatly polished. The ceiling was very high with crystal lighting features. I walked to the reception, and behind the desk was a massive brushed gold emblem of The Orelleve logo. A stylish O with encircling a silhouette of a mountain. That must be the dark mountain Kevin talked about. I thought, upon seeing the company logo.

The private elevator chimed down the hall. My stomach did a little flip. “Shit—cover it. Now.”Jared didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the velvet cloth and tossed it over the easel just as the studio doors swung open. Chelley walked in, looking flushed and glowing, like she’d just taken down an enemy army, Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, chin high, eyes sparkling with that victorious energy. She looked damn good. The second the doors clicked shut, I crossed the room in a few quick strides.

I almost went after the eternity gold chain, but it didn't look like something my Dolores would wear. "This is our Andromeda line." A large tray was placed in front of me. A trio of delicate gold chains with tiny stars that decorated it caught my attention. The lady said they could be worn separately or together. I also ended up with several bracelets and earrings to match from the same line. I wanted to test how she responded to presents and then maybe give her one at a time. Or all at once. I haven't given it much thought. I wanted to bury her in presents; perhaps it was my way to make up for all that lost time. "Wrapped these please."