Cincin Berlian Hitam Pria Novels & Stories

He opened the safe, revealing a small, velvet-lined box. "I have three rings that I think you'll be interested in", he said, a sly smile spreading across his face, "They're made with the rarest stones, and they're truly one-of-a-kind". He opened the box, revealing three exquisite rings. The first one was set with a beautiful Benitoite, a rare blue gemstone that sparkled like a star. The second one was a stunning Red Diamond, it has a deep, fiery color. And the third one... the third one was set with a breathtaking Serendibite, a yellow-brown gemstone that seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy.

His tattooed arms folded across his chest, giving him more the appearance of a biker than a jeweler. “Hard to source?” I asked. “Oh, I can find it. But are you sure you want to use your mother’s ring? I could melt it down and make something new with the gold,” he suggested. I shook my head firmly, and Dion sighed. “Well then, get your wallet ready. Serendibite costs eighteen thousand dollars a carat. The earliest I can have it delivered is six weeks, and I’ll need to cut it to fit. So far, I’ve only managed to find it raw,” he explained.

“He did not like to wear very gleaming jewelry, so that is why the jewelry set is mostly enameled in black.” “Let’s face it. Not many jewelry pieces are designed for men, so I think that contributed to the collection’s success.” Riley touched her chest and claimed, “Adley firmly believes that men also deserve to shine.” The host chuckled with Riley. She remarked, “I can’t agree more! Even I find it hard to find a ring for my husband.” “It’s very manly. I find it attractive,” the TV host commented. Glancing at the camera, she said, “Let us take a look at the various designs that customers can choose from.”

Greta asked her strides were slower. “Uhm-” I turned to Percy, there was no way I could come up with a make up ring without his help. “It was small, square shaped-” Greta nodded skimming her way through the numerous casing. “What color was it?” “Wh-” “black.” I was taken aback by the color he picked. Black? “It was a black diamond,” He answered. Greta was also stunned by his answer and had a small smile on her lips.

Nico comments as the jeweler walks over with black velvet tray containing three rings. I pick up the thinner rose gold band. It’s simple but it’s the engraving on the inside that catches my attention The Italian Trinity NVA. Then I pick up the two titanium bands with a carbon fiber strip. They too have the same engraving. “Anthony, is thoughtful. He might make us both look bad. Although, I think this could inspire our tattoos” I joke, making Nico chuckle deeply. “I think he might make me look worse than you.” Nico jokes back and we both laugh. Maybe it won’t be so bad being the wife of two sexy Dons.

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.

I deserved it after getting treated badly by Adriel. On a closer look of the ring, all three stones were identical, fitting. They were princess-cut light blue diamonds and the band was white gold. My favorite color combo. I held out my hand waiting for Vincenzo to put on the ring, he was the eldest, the one initiating this. There was a long silence before I realized I had not said yes yet and the triplets were exchanging worried glances from down on their knees. They thought I would probably reject them.

Lucian said from the doorway. I turned. He was wearing a black tuxedo, custom-tailored, with a black tie. He looked devastatingly handsome, but his eyes were hard. He wasn't going to a party; he was going to a war zone. He walked over, producing a small velvet box from his pocket. "I never gave you a ring," he said. "I thought... after everything... it was time." He opened the box. Inside sat a ring that made my breath hitch. It wasn't just a diamond. It was an antique, a cushion-cut stone set in platinum, surrounded by smaller diamonds that looked like stars. It was heavy, substantial.

Ginevra I felt confused as I scanned the man from head to toe. He looked like the bad boy type who claimed they were bad but would shriek if a gun were to be pointed at his head. He had on a black pants that hung below his butt, no shirt on, a couple of huge gold necklaces and an ear piercing with a Huge T on it. “What are you talking about?”I asked already feeling angry. “Dude, you seriously don’t know what I’m talking about?”

It was, It was purchased in Geneva, the day after Sabatine had gotten clearance from her physicians to travel. While she slept, encased in the penthouse blankets like a soldier reprieved from battle, Anton had slipped out into the night. He had not gone to a celebrated jeweler on the Rue du Rhône. There, his face would be recognizable, his purchase noted. Rather, it was to a private, appointment-only craftsman in the Old Town. Recommended by a Swiss banker who did not ask questions. “Make it beautiful,” was his instruction. Beautiful was his own creation, rendered in haste, in a hotel notepad, during those quiet hours of terror at the villa: two interlocking loops of materials—one brushed pl