Cleo Lazuli Novels & Stories

Tears fell from Cleo's eyes. I felt sorry for her. Because of me, she got involved in this mess. "Don't worry. They won't hurt us. Your brother will come and save us. Let's talk about something else for now, okay?" She nodded. Maybe she noticed my necklace. "Is that new?" It's a heart-shaped locket that JL gave me last week. "This necklace? JL gave it to me last week. Isn't it beautiful?" "Yes. It's cute. Is that a red gemstone? Ruby?"

It was surrounded by a halo of tiny black onyx stones. “It’s… beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. Antonio smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. “It’s one-of-a-kind,” he said proudly. “The sapphire is from Ceylon — known for its clarity. The setting is platinum, designed to last a lifetime.” Talon’s hand flexed ever so slightly on my back, and I could feel his eyes on me. “Try it on,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

I let myself fall into the seat, her strength catching me off guard as I laughed, intrigued by her boldness and curious about what she had in store. I looked up at Cleo, my curiosity piqued. “Okay, what is it?” I asked, a grin spreading across my face. I was eager to hear what she had in store, maybe even a little excited. Cleo leaned forward, bracing herself on the armrests of my chair. Her blouse dipped, revealing a glimpse of purple lace beneath the fabric, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the view. “You can’t love me,” Cleo said, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.

“So tell me Cleo, is it all true?” Lady Murray asked, excited in her funny accent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Cleo asked, oblivious of what was being discussed. She had been wondering why everyone paid closer attention to her than even the Lady of the occasion. It was as though she was the celebrant. Of course, she was the daughter of the famous Luna Thelsa and she was accustomed to receiving attention from far and wide but the one she received that evening was quiet different. She knew it.

Jenny muttered in surprise. "Yes, you're right. This is a lapis lazuli stone from the Renaissance era." Mr. Lawson smiled at her and nodded proudly. Jenny, however, felt a little bad. An ancient lapis lazuli stone of such refined quality was a precious treasure, and Mr. Lawson must have spent great effort to collect it.

"She's rather close to the Liu." "Chloe?" Ciaran quickly lightened up with her name. Zephrain shook his head in disbelief, muttering about being hopeless. Zillah smiled as she poured water on her wild peony flowers that changed into different colors as the water hit the petals. "The other Liu. Lucian Liu." "Oh?" Zillah perked up, one of her sleek eyebrows rising in surprise. Now, this is interesting, she thought to herself as she put down the teapot on the table.

The artist’s pencil slowed as he added the final touches, then turned the pad toward us, bringing me out from my thoughts, “Like this?” Laziel’s eyes widened. He froze, his little hand tightening painfully against me. His lips parted, and after a long pause, he whispered, “Yes… That’s him.” The room fell into heavy silence. I turned my gaze to Alaric whose eyes had darkened, “Do you know this man?” “Mhm. After Laziel described him, I had an inkling it was him. His name is Rubelo Constantine.” “Rubelo? But Laziel called him Dustin.” I was a bit confused.

I told Liam as we reached his car. "Cecile's birthday is coming up. I want to get her something truly special." "What did you have in mind?" "There's a prestigious auction this afternoon. I heard they're selling a rare set of purple gemstone jewelry." I pulled up the auction catalog on my phone to show him. "Cecile has always loved collecting beautiful jewelry. She says precious stones hold memories better than photographs." The purple gemstone set was absolutely stunning. The centerpiece was a heart-shaped amethyst surrounded by smaller matching stones.

"It's actually inspired by Cleopatra. You know, she was a big fan of lapis lazuli. She believed it was more than just beautiful; it was powerful. Cleopatra used it for her eyeshadow, thinking it could give her wisdom and protection." "I designed this piece with that story in mind," I continue, lightly touching the lapis in the necklace. "I hope whoever wears this feels a bit of what Cleopatra might have felt — confidence, wisdom, and a sense of protection. It’s more than just jewelry; it’s a way to carry with you a piece of that strength and elegance." The lady looks at the necklace, then back at me, her interest clearly piqued. "That's really interesting." Her gaze returns to the necklace,

“A normal person would have been killed by now. Don’t dare threaten to leave.” I felt horrible. “I never wanted to be accepted. Ive accepted my reality. That means I will be alone for the rest of my life. I live out of a suitcase. If it doesnt fit, I dont buy it. I don’t own anything personal expect this ring!” Waylon’s eyes went down to my mother’s ring. He stared at it for too long and I started to feel uncomfortable. Walking around, he took my hand and examined the ring. It was a tigers eye stone with a gold band. There were tiny flecks or gold in the tigers eye. I knew it was an extremely rare piece.