Dantdm Diamond Minecart Novels & Stories

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.

“How?” “Igor here has discovered a mine in one of his territories and will give us half, for our cooperation in dealing with his enemies,” Dante explained, and showed her the footage and pictures of the rough diamonds. Daphnée wasn’t convinced. She turned to Igor, who had a smile, and asked, “Do you have any physical proof?” Igor was surprised, and so was Dante. He didn’t even think of this. Igor nodded his head and one of his assistants walked up to her and handed her a black velvet sack. She felt something rough and heavy inside it and took it out.

It houses one of Southeast Othard's largest gemstone trading markets and the underground gemstone betting area. Some strike it rich overnight, while many others end up losing everything here. To put it simply, this place is both heaven and hell. Aside from gemstone betting, various cutting-edge technologies are also peddled here. Whatever you can or can't think of can be found for sale here. After getting off the train, Larissa got in touch with Harvey. "Harvey, could you please find out the hottest events happening in Damont City?" "Got it, boss. Give me five minutes!" Harvey replied.

The same old gray hair covers his chin and jawline, and not a single bald spot serves to ruin that perfectly fully-haired head of his. “I need to go buy medicine for Briannah,” I explain. “How is she?” If there is anyone who knows everyone, it’s Morris. He runs the underground diamond mine and sells the product across Serenity. He’s known for being the largest producer of gems across all Sectors. He’s one of the few who were born and raised above ground, like Doctor Caleb. The only difference is that Morris isn’t wanted for a crime. He’s just a lot like a mafia boss—selling illegally mined gems in exchange for seemingly unlimited currency, minus the violence.

Respect without effort. Inside the mine, the workers paused when they saw me, before continuing. I didn’t stop to acknowledge anyone. Eliot followed behind, tapping on his tablet, listing out numbers and shipment details. He talked about later meetings, and all the stuff that was ongoing. I listened it silently as we made our way to the underground cabin. The manager of mining walked out and led me through the underground connected side. I glanced around all the diamonds that were put to display, getting crafted by craftsmen, getting packed for the shipment. I nodded to myself, all satisfied.

“I’ll deliver this food, and you’ll hide beneath the cart. When the time is right, jump out and find the keys to the silver cell in the basement. That’s where they’re keeping Paul.” I nodded, though my stomach twisted with unease. This plan was crazy, but it was for a good cause. Paul didn’t deserve to die, and if I could help save him, I had to try. “You ready, Mija?” Sofia asked. I nodded again. “Here goes nothing.” Crouching low, I slipped beneath the cart as Sofia draped a long white cloth over it. She sprayed perfume around the cart, masking my scent, and began pushing it toward the pack house.

Belinda said proudly, her smile smug. I kept my head down, acting like I didn’t care, but deep inside, I knew the woman was digging her own grave. Damien chuckled softly, his laughter low and dangerous. “Diamond Mining Company… quite an enterprise,” he said. “But what are you doing with Vincent?” Vincent quickly cut in, his tone dismissive. “That’s none of your business, Damien.” Damien’s smile never wavered as he leaned back in his chair. “If that’s the case, then you two should get the fuck out of our sight.”

Since his illegal warehouse were ruined completely with bombs. " What side do he relocate to ?“ " No idea for now, but he owns a mining company where he produce gold,and diamond.“ " Also, he's into a hotel business of recent.“ 'hotel business? Gold mining?' Damien must have something up his sleeves to have indulge himself into such business. “Is he in need of workers?" “No." “When did he create the company?“ " Just as he was declared free by the court,a week after that, he opened the business,and called out for job applicant but none of those who apply was chosen, but there are many workers presently working in the company.“

I feel like I'll cum into his mouth. "Mmhmm, your wetness is so warm and sweet, my diamond" he moans and he got up and straddle on me and then he slide his cock into my vagina. A loud moan escaped my mouth but I had to refrain myself for screaming so hard to avoid other guests hearing we're making love.

She cried silently, wondering what would become of her. How was she going to get out of this place? She doesn’t even have an idea where she was. She cried until her throat became sore. “How did you get in here?” Kimberly heard a deep husky voice ask. She looked up and her eyes met with dark angry ones. Standing some feet away from her was a handsome 6ft 3inches tanned skin guy with long black hair and beard that looked so soft and a tattooed right arm. The tattoos were quite intriguing.