Cincin Berlian Hitam Pria Novels & Stories

The price of the clothes made my heart thump. After Julian paid for the clothes, bags, and shoes that filled up the boot, we went to the jewelry stop. The rings sparkled beneath the showcase. The male sales rep's eyes were fixed on us as Julian and I observed the goods. My eyes clung to one, but the price made me swallow my desire back. Following my line of gaze, the male sales rep said, "This is a 2-carat, colorless D-F diamond. It's perfectly cut. The rare colorless quality makes it an exceptional investment."

So it's definitely not possible. The panic passed, she was finally overjoyed when she discovered that the jewelry was very valuable. A necklace, a bracelet, a pair of earrings, although made of ordinary gold, handmade, but with black gems to highlight, even more noble, delicate and floral. rate. The necklace consists of two chains joined together, studded with black gems, below hanging a heart-shaped black stone. The bracelet is also completely made of gold, black stones are delicately attached to small stars, the design is quite similar to the earrings next to it.

Five hundred people packed into formal wear, and there's no way she'd pick him out of the crowd, not in this chaos, not with his golden hair a generic blonde among dozens of generic blondes— She sees him immediately. Front row. Center table. His back is to her but she knows the set of his shoulders, the way he holds his head slightly tilted when he's listening to someone he doesn't respect. Cassandra sits beside him in emerald silk, one hand resting on his forearm, diamond cuff glittering at her wrist. The *Hale diamond*. Aurelia remembers when Lucian bought it. Remembers him telling her it was for a business gift. Liar.

Abigail smiled at Myla before she left the room. Kingston placed a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and poured a whiskey on an old-fashioned glass that he nudged towards Vincent. "I heard from Sebastian that it was a successful transaction but why does your face tell me otherwise?" Kingston said after emerging a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. "Looks like that's new," Vincent said as he noticed the cigarette lighter of Kingston then he drank the whiskey. Kingston smirked. "It is part of a prestige collection, it's made of solid 18-carat white gold embellished with 468 brilliant-cut diamonds."

The kingpin who'd handed me everything on a silver platter, only to watch me bleed for it. I turned slow, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a noose tightening around his neck. He smiled. That slick grin that hid the monster underneath. Lennox slid a black jewelry box across the polished mahogany desk between us. It stopped right in front of me, the lid cracked open just enough to reveal the gleam inside. Customized cufflinks. Gold, etched with the Obsidian symbol. “You’re a new consigliere now, Zeus,” he said, voice smooth. “You’ve once again proven your loyalty to me. A Covenant and an Obsidian. The party’s starting downstairs. Everyone’s dying to meet you.”

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.

Dressed in a raven black suit, cut so precisely it looked like sin molded to his body, he walked with an unhurried confidence, every step calculated, every movement smooth. The fabric clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, emphasizing his naturally athletic build. The subtle gleam of the cufflinks on his wrists, custom pieces crafted in platinum and midnight blue sapphires, glimmered under the spotlight. And then there was the necklace. A bold pendant of pure obsidian, its surface kissed with silver etching, dangling low against the crisp white of his dress shirt. It wasn’t just jewelry, it was power in tangible form. The moment his polished black dress shoes made contact with the s

They are so fascinating, they are drowning me. My lips form into a thin line and tilted my head when I realize that his silver piercing has a written initials - C.I which I think stands for Czar Ildefonso. The initials is coated with small glittering diamonds which I think the reason why it glisten under the light from the sun. "You have a nice piercing..."I whisper but couldn't help to frown seeing how it pierce to the thin skin of his eyebrow.

he replied, a grin playing on his lips. “Lucian,” I warned, my brows furrowing. “I’m kidding,” he chuckled, pulling out a small, sleek black box. My breath hitched. The moment felt suspended in time as he opened it, revealing a delicate silver ring nestled inside. It was understated yet breathtaking—a beautifully crafted band engraved with intricate moon markings, simple in elegance. I felt a rush of emotion. “Lucian…” “It’s not an engagement ring,” he clarified, visibly reading the storm of thoughts in my gaze.

Lucian sighs. The sales clerk's face paled. “Is it too small again, Mr. Caldwell?” The sales clerk’s words piqued his attention. “Again?” Lucian mumbled. The clerk nodded. “The last time you looked at a 10-carat black diamond, you said it was too small. You specifically mentioned something bigger than 12.5 carats,” he replied. "Why would I want something like that? Am I buying it for my mother," Lucian muttered to himself.