D I A M O N D Unscramble Novels & Stories

she whispered. "I did," Damian said. "But last night when I was looking for my old cufflinks, it was just… there. In the back of the drawer. I do not remember putting it there." Elena ran her thumb over the faded engraving. It was barely visible, but she could make out a few letters. "It looks like… a date," she said. "And initials." Damian leaned closer. "What does it say?" She held it up to the light. "Six… four… seven. And then… D.H."

I announced and her gaze narrowed to the wall. "Micaela Alvarado, you're floating through my heart. You're my diamond and will forever be. I promise to always protect and treasure you as a diamond that you are. Your love... Ferd! " she read aloud and she squint at me looking awestruck. "Oh no, that sound's dumb right? You don't like it I know, I'm really sorry but I just wrote what was on my mind. Maybe I should just wipe it off and...." She sealed my lips with a kiss and I take that to be she did like what I wrote.

real. "Leave it," Damian said. The voice cut through the room. Everyone stopped. Cassandra looked at him, surprised. "What?" Damian set his glass down. He looked at Aria. His eyes were focused entirely on the diamond resting against her skin. "That one," Damian said. "It has clarity." "But it’s tiny," Cassandra complained. "I wanted a choker with three rows of diamonds." "Quantity does not equal quality, Cassandra," Damian said coldly. "The other pieces are costume jewelry compared to that stone."

he told me after he was sure I calmed down. Damon sat beside me and got something from his pocket. Taking my hand, he gently slid a ring on my finger. It was made of silver, with a big bright red gem which seemed to burn. Like a wildfire was imprisoned inside it. I never saw something similar. The band had an intricate model, an ouroboros forming the upper side. Under it was the moon and stars and a small dragon. On the inside was written something but I didn't have the time to read. It was painfully familiar to me. Like it belonged to me yet not entirely, the feeling scratching at my mind.

Dre said softly. “No,” I replied. “This was on me.” That night, I made a decision. If I wanted answers, I needed someone who’d give them willingly. Jamila" The next day, I texted her. Me: Want to hang out? Jamila: Come to my suite. When she opened the door, I froze. No hijab. A dress that didn’t match the shy girl I knew. “Finally decided to see me?” she smiled. Before anything else, I asked, “Why the Blackwood ring?”

She smiled as she leaned a bit into Christopher, and stared at everyone. Magnus sat down as well as Sorcha. Magnus nodded as he said, “Truth and Dare first.” Starr abruptly sat up, shaking her head. “I do not think there would be a lot of dares available, so let us play never have I ever,” she had said. Christopher nodded. “Yes, she has a point.” “Of course she does to you,” Magnus said with a smirk, scoffing. “Of fucking course.” Starr scoffed before she said, “Okay then, Christopher first.”

After putting everything in the dishwasher, Damian joined Maya in the couch. "I have something for you...wife" Damian smiled sweetly gaining Maya's attention. "F...for me?" Maya asked, confused. "Uh.....huh?" Damian nodded, his hands moving to his pocket. He pulled out a bright sliver necklace with a diamond shaped like a heart. In the middle of the heart, the tiniest 'DAMIAN' was engraved. "I love it..." Maya breathed in awe.

I had folded a peach blossom branch and woven it into a ring. I wanted to wait until I grew up and ask Damien to put it on my finger himself. Tears streamed down Damien's face as he dug through the dirt with his hands. Even when his nails broke and bled, he didn't stop. When the mud-covered tin box finally saw daylight again, Damien's face finally showed a smile. He opened the capsule, and the smile on his face instantly froze. Inside lay still-warm ashes. On the charred letter fragments, he could faintly see the seal script watermark reading "Aria& Damien Forever."

"I'm a married woman, it's bad enough that I agreed to this thing. I don't want people thinking I'm desperate or something" "I'm pretty much sure that huge diamond on your finger will tell him otherwise" she teased and Dawn thinned her lips in a clear show of annoyance. "Okay whatever but It doesn't matter If you don't want to wear It but you're gonna want to look sexy because I heard Jacob is coming" She shrugged and sipped from her drink. "So?" "So... Don't you want to look pretty for your high school crush? I hear he's a model for Calvin Klein now, he must be hotter than the last time we saw him"

But it was the centerpiece that made my heart completely halt. Suspended from a small, polished silver ring in the very center of the leather band was a heavy, solid silver pendant. It was a single, flawlessly sculpted English letter. A uppercase D. The initial of his name. His mark. "This is your collar, Beverly," Damian rumbled, his voice dropping into a dark, possessive whisper that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. He lifted the leather band from the velvet casing, the silver pendant letting out a tiny, metallic clink as it swung in the air. "It is the visual testament of your submission. From the moment I fasten this around your throat, you carry my name with you wherever yo