Dantdm Diamond Minecart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Why this?" Honestly? The amethyst heart pendant with diamonds and pearls was a very pretty little thing, but more than that, it screamed Brynne's name. When I'd remembered it was in the collection of my portion of the lot from my mother's estate, I'd gone down to the vault and opened it up. There were other things in there as well, but maybe some more time was needed first before we delved any deeper with additional jewelry gifts.

And Dante had trusted him and gave him a lot of opportunities. As Geremia parked his car in front of the gates and stretched out his hand to input the password inside the control panel, he hoped inwardly that Dante or Valerie would never find out that he was the one who bought Carolina from the auction.

Jimmy fell to the ground and groaned with pain once again. "Damn it!" he frowned and rubbed his bottom. "I'm sick of these painful landings!" He heard someone laughing behind. He quickly turned around and found the gorgeous red-haired woman staring at him with a big smile. He looked around him and realized he's in the dungeon where all the Gemmas were jailed before Adalis' death. The woman approached him slowly and said, "I knew you would be back." Jimmy gulped and stared at her, "M-mother?"

She said that she would never shy away again if that was the reward she got. “Is that silver paint?” I asked incredulously as I looked over all of the fools laying in bruised and bleeding heaps on the ground. “It fucking is. It’s something I’ve been working on since it’s not always easy to carry around silver shackles or collars. It works the fucking same as long as its painted over their marking spot and directly over their chest,” Dante explained. He tossed me a little bottle that looked like fingernail polish. Elle took it from me and crouched down in front of an unrecognizable body.

There were also wheel tracks and boulders scattered on the ground. “This is a mine, right?” Raja crouched to touch the tracks that had long been hardened for centuries. “It used to be,” Anne replied. “All the adamantite here were depleted centuries ago.” “Adamantium?” Katie said, referencing a fictional metal from a comic book. “Like an unbreakable metal?”

I forgot one of the reasons why I mindlinked Justin to begin with. “Justin! What is this new female trainer’s name?!” I shouted through the link. Annoyed that I forgot to ask him the first time and that it’s not included on this fund request to begin with. “Oh shit! It’s ummm... Diamond. Diamond Tannerman. She is coming from the Eclipse Pack out of Washington, Alpha.” He responded quickly. Good. At least he remembered her name.

“I swear to all the gods, Calder, if you don’t get to the fucking point—” “Long story short, I have a bunch of uncut diamonds buried in an abandoned uranium mine in Saskatchewan. And I want to go retrieve them.” I blinked at the opposite wall, my mouth falling open. All those words made sense individually, but when you put them together…my brain refused to process that information. “Fucking Saskatchewhat?” was all that came out of me.

He didn't want to show his excitement. " The mine isn't in full operation yet. We still need to get some paperwork done." Damien shook hands with Neon who was over the moon with the discovery. Their salaries would surely increase. Damien was a fair boss. " I'll see you around." Damien said, and entered into his car. On his way home, his head began to calculated everything he could do with the mine. The seed of owning a jewelry store was planted in his mind, and it swirled with the endless possibilities he could turn them into.

Charmine wanted both Anthony and Waverly to hate each other’s guts once they got married. She wanted them miserable. Charmine excused herself from the filming set and phoned the SN Diamond Mine, which just so happened to be one of Charmine’s diamond mines. When the staff answered the phone, he explained, “Boss Jordan, we haven’t extracted it yet. We have a few problems with mining them. It’s hollow below the diamond, which will likely result in a landslide, so we can’t take any chances for the time being.”

This company sounded interesting—like gathering war supplies or negotiating military contracts. *** I followed him outside and was met with more impossible sights—towering buildings of stone and shimmering glass, metal beasts lining the road. "Aren't we going out? Where's your carriage?" I asked. "Carriage? I have a BMW," Damien said, gesturing toward a sleek black box on wheels. It was enormous, yet compact—smooth like obsidian armor. "What kind of horse is a bmw?" I frowned. Damien opened a compartment big enough for two people to climb inside. I slid in, fingers testing the strange fabric. Comfortable, like silk-padded saddles. The smell—faintly sweet, faintly unnatural.