D I A M O N D Unscramble Novels & Stories

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

Maybe it is jewellery? I carefully pry the box open, and then my eyes fall on what is inside. A black circle, and a silver chain. I pick it up for a closer look, and see that the black circle is some kind of ribbon, soft on the outside, but stiff in the centre, as though the ribbon is just housing some sturdier material, like leather. The silver chain looks delicate, impossibly shiny, and it dangles in a single strand with something heavy at the bottom weighing it down. Sliding my fingers along the chain, I spot that the pendant at the end is a simple, solid ‘D’. It is shaped in a particular kind of font though that it almost looks like an 8, or two simple circles on top of each other, but a

"Da D,wei…? Da D...wei…! Please, please...mmmm…!" "What baby…! What does my...ohh...my baby want? I will provide! Baby...f**k! D*mn! I can't just get enough! How will I survive?! Just how am I going to survive this?! Baby…?" "Stop...doing that...hmmm... Da D,wei…!" "What baby…?" "That, with your... your...mmmm... Da D,wei…?" "Yes baby…? What do you want my precious? Mmm...mmm…!"

I nodded at her, "Yeah it is. Though I don't know what 'L' and 'D' signify in this. Damien won't tell me." "Here let me see it," Anna said. I moved towards her and showed it to her. After a while she face-palmed herself, "How can you be such an oblivious person, Mia?" "I don't know, why do you ask?" She showed me the pendant, "See, 'L' here stands for Li. Isn't that what Damien calls you?" I nodded at her. She gave me a satisfying smile. "And 'D' stands for Damien." I gasped. How could I not see it before? Oh my god, I would have looked so stupid in front of Damien while he enjoyed watching me being so oblivious about it.

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.

she responded. " I am Daisy," I introduced. "I know of you Daisy, daughter of Alpha Smith. A diamond in the rough I must say," she replied. I chuckled nervously, " I am Daisy, but I'm sure Astrid is the diamond." I muttered. " Oh, dear Daisy," she giggled, her laugh sounded different from scornful chuckles that had been sent my way. "What defines a diamond?" She asked in a serious tone. " It's dazzling beauty is only a result of its journey, Daisy, we must all go through the scouring furnace to be crafted to become the perfect art," she said.

~Viola~ I met Damien just where Lucas said I would meet him. He’s standing by the fountain, his looks are expressionless. Even in his causal wears he looks good on it. I cleared my throat when I got close. Damien didn’t seem startled, he must’ve seen me coming. “What are you doing here?” His voice is toneless. I keep my hands in my pocket and brought out the diamond. “I want to return this...” He twirled his head to the side and stared at the diamond in my hands.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

He carefully examined the pea sized diamond in the middle and tried to remove it but it got stuck and he’s not surprised because the diamond is supposed to be fixed to the ring. He doesn’t understand why Clarissa is being adamant. Clarissa rolled her eyes at his futile attempt and sighed, shaking her head. He can’t even open such simple thing and he has the nerve to talk about her flaws. “Twist it like a bottle cap.” She said in platonic tone and Nicholas gave her a plain look before trying again. He did as she said and the diamond smoothly came out, surprising him. With a frown, he brought the thing in his hand close to his eyes, to check the initials and there they are, in beautiful font ‘

I said, not knowing I had been smiling. “Let me hear.” “Damiano means ‘one who tames.’ Lions are known for their ferocity and untamed nature and can easily overpower and pose a lethal threat. They are not creatures typically subjected to domestication. Yet, there’s a contradiction in your tattoo since it has a massive chain wrapped around its neck. It’s as if you’ve tamed the untamable, asserting your dominance as Damiano, the one who tames.” I mused on his inked masterpiece.