Clear Vertical Labret Novels & Stories

BreezyWind: “It’s so sparkly. Wow, that’s gorgeous—look at all those diamonds. So delicate!” Level 19 - LazyFish: “That strap’s crocodile leather! You can tell from the texture. Hang on, I’m gonna search it up real quick. Everyone, help check!” Cartoon Avatar: “Of course, a $176000 diamond watch sparkles. And she even included the receipt! Junior, can you snap a shot of the back? I heard the real one has a fully transparent case. Fakes usually mess that up.” “Yup, it’s real! Did you see that engraving near the bezel? The R is different from the other letters—it’s a telltale sign!”

She was doing well to walk on her tiptoes this whole time. I moved around the shop, my eyes scanning a small section of jewellery they had on display. Immediately, I smiled at a set that was perfect for Everleigh. The neck piece featured two layered necklaces, thin and delicate chains, a domed meteor motif adorned with a snow pavé of clear, round diamonds in different sizes. You could flip the pendants over as well, a different design on the back of a halo of diamonds around a larger motif, and a singular diamond at the centre of a smaller motif. The earrings were the same, drop earrings with a delicate chain that threaded through the ear and in the middle, sat a thin half hoop that hung ove

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Staring int into the mirror, I don't recognize the reflection. I have to give Audrie credit, she NAILED the dress. I run my fingers across the intricate crystal design that runs beneath my breasts and scrolls up the halter-style straps. The black fabric hangs closely to my body and just barely touches the floor. It would be pooling at my feet if it wasn't for the clear jeweled heels.

“He instructed that you must wear this. And, Ma’am, Mr. Vancouver requests that you have no panties on today.” Claudine’s jaw dropped. No panties? She snatched the box, her fingers trembling with a mix of anger and something else she couldn’t name. She tore it open. Inside, lay a beautiful leg chain charm. Ocean blue teardrop stones shinning, exquisitely crafted, with a delicate ‘C’ initial intertwined into the chain. Her eyes blurred, becoming glossy. No way. She wouldn’t cry over this stupid, cruel gesture.

The look she gave me told me just how much she didn’t want to be here. Next, my gaze swept over the woman on her right when I was able to drag my eyes from the other. I noticed her eyes first, her eyes were a light shade of violet. this woman was blonde and had pencil straight here that stopped halfway down her back. Her lips were pink and thin and she stood only a few inches above Clara. My eyes trailed down her body, she wore a long-sleeved plain black dress that swooped out around her thighs. She liked her gold because gold bangles adorned her wrists and arms and had gold hoops hanging from her ears.

Although it was unusual to her, she just chose to ignore it. Once she was back to her table, Freya asked her in a whisper- like tone, “Your last name is Leblanc? I thought it was Lopez?!” she asked so while her eyes were wide with shock. True that Freya was not very close with the redhead woman, and that she only knows the woman in a professional sense, but she does know that the last time the woman’s last name was Lopez and not Leblanc. “It’s actually Mrs. Leblanc.” Mrs.Leblanc then shyly raised her left hand and showed Freya her wedding ring: a pebble- sized cat’s eye stone— a Cymophane that has a fiery red hue and a rose gold line as the cat’s eye. It was nestled into a hand-cuffed design

In the clamor of the crowd, a long white dress stood out—warped in style like a waterfall of hair draped over the shoulders. It revealed skin a few shades paler than the hem of the dress, as flawless and luminous as a piece of beautiful jade. The most eye-catching feature was the collarbone, adorned with a diamond-studded necklace, ringed with rubies that gleamed against the white background. A matching ruby bracelet wrapped around her wrist, and her white high heels with red straps complemented the entire look. It wasn’t ostentatious—just the right amount of embellishment, enhancing her beauty rather than overwhelming it.

"I just hope you can forgive us." I want to spit at her, to growl and tell her what a foul beast these three drakaina are, but as soon as my mouth opens, a large disk of clear stone with inlaid gold wire in intricate webbing is placed between my teeth while a pair of spectacles with the same stone is placed just over my eyes. It is translucent enough to see through but everything is now blurred in milky white fog. Like the crown, the sensation is cool and smooth, almost calming.

It's not an expensive piece, nothing that's going to upset Charlotte's money-acceptance scruples, but it is quite lovely: a small ammonite, sectioned and polished, all the detail clear and transparent, set in silver and hanging from a fine silver chain. The clasp is a little awkward for her and Charlotte fumbles trying to fasten it. James reaches in to help, that hidden smile of his lurking around his eyes as he clips the fastening closed.