Diamond And Silk Novels & Stories

“Yellow?” I forced a short laugh, my teeth clamping down on my lower lip. I grabbed one of my tits, tweaking my nipple the way he would. “It’s a cute kinda yellow. You’ll love it…I wanted to wear it for you. I got others too... can't wait for you to see them,” I heard it then. The distinct sound of him stroking his cock. Fire rushed through my veins. “Is it lace?” He asked, his voice wrecked. “N-no…it’s silk,”

That blade had been a sacrifice—a small piece of bait to make Lautaro believe I had been disarmed. This one was different. An obsidian-tipped stiletto carved from volcanic stone. It contained no steel or iron, making it invisible to the biometric weapon scanners throughout Las Condes. I needed it sewn into the gown. When the wedding came, Lautaro would expect me to be helpless beneath layers of silk and surrounded by his guards. He wouldn’t expect the dress itself to be a sheath. “We need a moment, Teresa.” The deep voice came from the open doorway.

Their adult males seemed powerful enough to crush his skull if they wanted to and if he would allow them to. "Andrew, how is this possible? This place is amazing. I felt like I'm in the movie. Holy crap, is that diamond? Jade?” her eyes widened. “Ruby?" Diana whispered as she pointed to the ceiling. It appeared like those diamonds and other gemstones had been the ones to give them a lighter periphery.

The room was adorned with plush velvet displays, and soft lighting highlighted the brilliance of each piece. Attendant: "Here are some options for you, sir. These diamonds are meticulously selected, and their craftsmanship is unparalleled." Kay carefully examined each ring, his eyes sparkling with appreciation for the craftsmanship and artistry before him. He asked the attendant numerous questions, wanting to understand the unique qualities of each ring and ensure that he made the perfect choice. Kay: "I want the most stunning diamond you have, one that captures the essence of our love. Money is no object." Attendant: "Certainly, sir. We have a particularly exceptional diamond in mind, a rar

Topaz, sapphires, diamond, onyx, obsidian, jade, rubies, emeralds, gold, silver, platinum and every sort of stones, including the ones I'd never heard of. The second batch of boxes came. These ones were bigger. They contained clothings and materials. Silk, Cashmere, satin, wool, cotton, leather, chiffon, linen, fleece, rayon, velvet, crépe...name it! Even Dahlia was astonished by the magnitude of everything I had gotten. Let's not talk about the footwears and other stuff. The essential oils and soaps, body washes and fragrances. My skin was literally glowing in a couple of days and I felt like a Princess once again.

the King smirked. He leaned to kiss the skin behind his earlobe before whispering "Diamond" causing shivers to run in Jimmy's body. He kissed his neck, "Diamond." He placed his hand on his waist and kissed his right shoulder, "Diamond." then the left one, "Diamond." This time, he faced him and look right into his eyes. He smiled and placed a kiss on his lips, "My beautiful, my strong, my unbreakable and my precious Diamond."

Beneath my boots, the cobblestones were warm, and voices from every direction blended into a kind of music—laughter, haggling, the chatter of strangers. Elena and Marina were the first to vanish into the chaos, making a beeline toward the fabric stalls. I spotted them a few rows down, fingers grazing bolts of silk dyed in every shade imaginable—saffron gold, sea-glass green, deep plum, and rose so pale it looked like it had stolen the blush of dawn. They squealed over jeweled shawls and earrings that glittered like a spill of stars.

Charlie smiled before he said, “Then, can you please open the gift box for everyone to see, Miss Jasmine?” When Dylan saw that the gift box in Jasmine’s hand was not even as big as a ring box, he sneered before he said, “Your gift is so small in size. Even if there is a diamond inside, it would not be as expensive as my ruby.” Charlie smiled before he said, “Diamonds are just carbon elements. In my eyes, there is no essential difference between a diamond and a piece of coal. So, why would I give such a vulgar gift to Miss Jasmine?”

With a slightly surprised expression, Damon looked at me and asked, "Have you seen this before?" "No, it's such a rare thing, and I've only read about it in a book. It says that it's made of Moon-Spun Silk and Crushed Dittany. And it works even better if it is imprinted with runes on it. I thought it was just a made-up item, but it's a real thing! Where did you get this?" "Wow, I'm impressed." Damon slightly lowered his head, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. "But I doubt if you still can do the presentation."

Infuriatingly gentle. Focus, Abigail. “Silk,” I said quickly, latching onto the first thing that came to mind. “I’ve always liked silk. It’s one of those textures you can’t go wrong with. Classic.” Alexander’s voice followed mine. “She always looks good in emerald.”