Diamant Novels & Stories

I could hear a collective hiss as some of the serpents that made up her hair were lobbed off. Both Cain and Antonio went for the remaining two. Dain’s warrior had armor on the color of the night sky. Were we not in the middle of a battle, I would’ve sat and marveled at the way it sparkled, embedded with fragments of sapphire and diamond. I was stunned when Antonio faced the creature that should’ve been a werewolf, but resembled nothing of the sort, and did not balk in the slightest. One glimpse at the glass in its maw and I had to bite back a wave of vomit. ‘Go, now!’ I heard Dain call out; his voice strained.

He replied sarcastically, walking towards the sofa set and getting comfortable. “Here.” Atarah threw a brown pouch on his lap, intending to harm the prince, but unfortunately, Dragomir had fast reflexes. “Did you count them?” he asked, checking the content inside. Atarah raised her eyebrow at him, silently saying: how dare you question my math? But Dragomir didn’t believe her. He still spilled out the content on the marble coffee table and started counting. The big chunks of diamonds twinkled like stars against the black surface.

It said, “Marry me?” My breath hitched in my throat as the realization of what was happening hit me. “Will you marry me?” Damian got down on one knee and pulled out a black velvet box. As he opened it, my eyes landed on the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. It had to be at least 3 karat diamond in the middle with a halo around it of diamonds. The band was thick with a raw of tiny diamonds doing down the middle. He took it out and placed it on my finger. It fit perfectly.

Inside a black velvet box was a unique ring, gleaming with a red gemstone as precious as any treasure and circled by 520 tiny diamonds glittering in the light. Each diamond was meticulously chosen to ensure a perfect fit within the setting. This red gem stood alone in its splendor, unmatched anywhere else in the world. Its worth was astronomical—over $3 billion in Venturian currency.

It had been a few days since Abeni and Dmitry came back from their trip in Spain Barcelona, and Abeni was in the living room admiring her engagement ring that Dmitry had given her. The ring was a flawless, oval-shaped diamond encrusted in platinum, a testament to his immense wealth and love for her. She had never seen anything so beautiful, and as she ran her fingers over the smooth surface, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation course through her veins.

My breath caught. No way. He flipped it open, revealing a ring that glittered like it had been plucked from the stars themselves. A pink diamond. Goddess. It was stunning—delicate yet bold, like it had been made just for me. “I was going to wait until we were alone,” Damian said softly, “but since you started this show, I might as well finish it.”

The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.

A diamond necklace shimmered at her collarbone as she studied herself in the mirror, brushing a hand over her small bump with a proud, restless smile. Behind her, Damien sat in his study, the phone call replaying in his mind like a thorn he couldn’t pull out. Alicia Torres. Amelia Stone. Ten million. His jaw tightened as he snapped the locks open on a steel case, counting crisp stacks of cash, sliding them neatly into a black briefcase.

MASON Diana-Diamante, simple and short. That's the name of our beverage company. My father thought it was pretty romantic to name his biggest asset after his wife, even though she'd always expressed her distaste for alcohol. Well, biggest asset is a tame way to put it, when it's pretty much the only business of his that survived the past decade. With his hotel business dying out, and his venture into real estate, a harsh memory, Diana-Diamante is actually father's only asset.

A real marriage can't. ​What are you saying? ​Damian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He didn't make a grand gesture. He didn't drop to one knee. He just opened it, revealing a ring that wasn't a shard of ice like the first one. This was a sapphire, deep and blue, surrounded by a halo of small, warm diamonds.