Cure Diamond Novels & Stories

They cannot be dressed in grander things than a bride higher than them in the hierarchy. And I was the higher Luna between us. The murmurs escalated. I stared at the jewels that her crown was made of. Cubic zirconia, something that has always been seen as a substitute for diamond. Diamonds that my crown has. “It suits you,” I instigated. Just like how she’d always feel— a mere substitute for me. I know this time that she can't be that dumb to not realize what I was saying. “You have changed, Veronica,” it was Colton who spoke next when Ruby couldn’t come up with anything.

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

Aviv's POV "What about this one? I like the work done on it. It is incredibly beautiful," Ruby suggested showing me a diamond ring which I too found truly an amazing piece. The ring was crafted with sparkling white Diamond and the ring on it was rolled from one end to other. "Yeah, you are right. She is going to love it. Wait for a second, I will sen her the picture," I said fetching my cell phone from my pocket. But as I turned it on it suddenly got switched off due to low battery.

He had set a royal blue high heel strap sandals, alongside a silver purse and jewelries. "Do I really need to wear jewelries?" Starr asked Magnus as she began to towel her body and apply cream. He nodded affirmatively. "It is the icing on the cake Boo," he told her as he began to stuff things he presumed she was going to need, including a condom. Star wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, so she took no notice as she got dressed and got ready.

Dominique asked with curiosity. “Um, no, I just…” I stutter. Grabbing the box, Dominique pulls the necklace out slowly. I watch as he observed it. “This one is called the Diamond Tear. It’s a single Diamond in the form of a teardrop. The necklace is white gold, twenty carats. It’s a unique one in the world,” the woman explained briefly. Dominique raised his hand. Silently, I stare at the Diamond. Somehow my head started pounding. Groaning in pain, I held my head.

“It was a foundation. A core.” Damien rubbed his arms to shake off the chill. “Foundations don’t usually hum like they’re alive.” I couldn’t argue. A soft light pulsed at the far side of the chamber. Something was sitting at the very center of the room on a stone platform—a round object about the size of a grapefruit, floating a few inches above the surface. It glowed with a shifting iridescence, like a drop of mercury caught in sunlight. It called to me. I didn’t hear a voice. It was more like… a pull in my blood.

Her voice was thin and ethereal, like wind whistling through bones. "She has not faded completely," she said, ignoring Fenris's question. "What does that mean?" Fenris shot to his feet. "Are you telling me she can be saved?" "But you will need a sacred relic to suppress the poison," the witch's gaze fell to my neck. "The moonstone pendant. The one that belongs to the Silver Crest pack." The color drained from Fenris's face. "The moonstone? That pendant?" It was the one he had given to Vanessa.

The entire pack probably knew before I did. Crowley disappeared into the back room and returned with a large wooden case. He set it on the table and flipped the lid open, revealing rows of colored vials. Antitoxins. Hope. “Perhaps,” he said, “if you can scent the antidote, you can match it to the wolfsbane strain. Zey might manage it.” I shook my head immediately. “I can’t smell anything but the mate bond,” I admitted, jaw tight. “Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—”

she said, making a note without looking at me, "your next window is the eleventh through the fourteenth. Then the ninth of the month after, and the seventh of the month after that. I will have the full year's schedule delivered to your maids." She walked away down the hall, and I stood in my doorway in a robe that wasn't mine, in a wing that wasn't mine, in a life that wasn't mine, and I finally understood the trade I had made. Blackmoor would have made me a breeder in chains. The crown had simply upgraded the sheets. The physician came in two weeks. Not pregnant.

My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that caught the light and shimmered like a star. "Wow," I breathed, momentarily mesmerized by the stone’s brilliance. "It’s… beautiful. Is that… five carats?" Adrian grinned, clearly amused by my reaction. "Seven, actually." "Seven?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes were glued to the ring, taking in every facet of the perfectly cut diamond. It was massive, elegant, and almost surreal in its beauty. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a statement, a symbol, something that spoke volumes without a single word.