Chocolate Diamonds Novels & Stories

real. "Leave it," Damian said. The voice cut through the room. Everyone stopped. Cassandra looked at him, surprised. "What?" Damian set his glass down. He looked at Aria. His eyes were focused entirely on the diamond resting against her skin. "That one," Damian said. "It has clarity." "But it’s tiny," Cassandra complained. "I wanted a choker with three rows of diamonds." "Quantity does not equal quality, Cassandra," Damian said coldly. "The other pieces are costume jewelry compared to that stone."

"I see. And what about for you? Aren't you buying any chocolates for yourself?" "Hmm."I glance at the selection again. "I don't really know what I want to get." "Well, what are you looking for?" "Something sweet but not too sweet. Something delicate... and unique." "Let me help," Shawn offers. He points to one of the round pieces of chocolate that has gold dust sprinkled on top. The saleslady hands it to him and he hands it to me. "I think you'll like this one." I stare at the piece of chocolate. Aside from the gold dust, it seems perfectly ordinary.

I was about to complain about the chocolate, that is until I stretched it. Behold, a necklace that featured a pink diamond vertically lined in the center as well as two yellow diamonds. The three precious gems were accentuated by carats in small diamonds set in platinum. The main diamond functioned like an anchor and pulling down the chokers that enhanced the overall style and shape of the necklace. It was extremely beautiful and classy, it must have cost a fortune. 'You have been our best friend and our girlfriend for two years now. You loved us even when we didn't care about you. You understood us even when we made your life a living hell.

“Goodness! I heard that the case of this lipstick is made of eighteen-karat pure gold that weighed a hundred ten grams, handmade with a hundred and ninety-nine pieces of eighteen-karat diamond!” “Gosh! She’s using such an expensive lipstick to sign on our cards?! She’s indeed our Diamond Boss!” “Charmine, sign for me here! Sign on my shirt!” Even some of Tiffany’s fans ran toward Charmine as they begged for her three-hundred fifty-thousand bucks worth of signature!

No matter what, he had to at least leave with her number and address tonight. He was looking at a shelf of chocolates and didn’t know what to choose. A sales lady saw this and walked up to him. “Do you need any help, sir?” She inquired. There was a frown on Aaron’s forehead as he nodded. “Yes, please. Can you recommend the most delicious chocolate that women love? Something that can make her feel special?” The sales lady smiled and pointed at a section on the shelf. "You can get her a box of Lindt Lindor truffles. They are creamy and very tasty.”

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

She spoke with a voice that was almost as tiny and soft as Olivia's. Damien raised his brows and folded his arms, giving me a knowing, amused look that made my jaw clench. Ronnie started showing us around the aisles. There were lots of gourmet chocolates around: dark, milky, and all sorts of exotic flavors I didn't even know existed. All wrapped up beautifully in satin ribbons and cellophane. The displays of fresh flowers and premium gelato were equally elaborate. I felt completely helpless. Right then and there, I realized I was dangerously unqualified for this simple task.

I placed the letter on the edge of the table and opened the box. My eyes glistened with tears when I saw what was inside. They were all my stolen pictures from our trip to Ilocos. I looked so silly in some of them; it was embarrassing. There were also tons of chocolates inside—Ferrero Rocher, Toblerone, Snickers, Dairy Milk, and even KitKats, my favorites! After a moment, I picked up a smaller box at the side and opened it.

It was the kind of attire that belonged at a gala or a red carpet, certainly not a casual dinner outing. Her dark hair was styled in a smooth, glossy chignon, not a strand out of place, further emphasizing her refined taste. Around her neck, a diamond choker sparkled—a thin line of perfectly cut stones that seemed to glow against her skin. The diamonds were large enough to draw attention, but the simplicity of the design kept it from being gaudy. Matching diamond earrings dangled just above her shoulders, catching the light with every slight turn of her head.

The line clicked silent. I then unboxed my present. The box opened with a soft rustle of tissue paper. Inside lay a very expensive diamond necklace. The chain was fine white gold, gleaming under the room lights. Multiple diamonds hung from it in a delicate cascade. Each stone sparkled with sharp, clear fire. They caught every bit of light, throwing tiny rainbows across the walls. The centerpiece diamond was large and perfectly cut. It felt heavy and cool when I lifted it.