Diamond And Silk Novels & Stories

"Since you're going to marry me, what's mine is yours. Besides, this is just a green moonstone pendant," Gideon said. I had no choice but to accept the pendant when I saw that he had no intention of taking it back. … Gideon and I were practically glued at the hip for the next few days. Either I strolled the streets with him, or he took me for horseback riding and archery. Our time together was fulfilling and lively.

"Oh, my Goddess..." Even without knowing its price, I could tell it was worth a fortune. Still in shock, I quickly walked over to the first servant standing on my left and opened the next chest. The moment I saw what was inside, my mouth fell open. It was a breathtaking dress made from the finest silk I had ever seen. The fabric was so soft and smooth that it flowed effortlessly, with a gentle shine that made it look even more beautiful. Silver embroidery was carefully stitched across the dress, adding a touch of elegance without taking away from its simple beauty. It looked graceful, luxurious, and unlike anything I had ever seen before.

The digital clock on the table displayed the number 07:21. I observe my looks in the mirror from top to bottom. River's handpicked dress fits my body perfectly. A sleek silk weave shapes this elegant dress with adjustable spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline. The A-line maxi skirt with a thigh-high front slit showcases my legs, which are set in silver ankle-strap high heel sandals. My shoulder-length brown hair was slightly wavy, with a deep side parting.

Worse was the gold silk mini dress, silver made my eyes pop vibrantly, and gold made me look like a washed-out hooker. ,

He groaned and jerked his arm, forgetting for a moment that his hands were bound. I nudged his legs wider and knelt between them, undoing his belt and dragging his trousers and boxers down, admiring his length. I brushed my fingers along it. "Hard as a diamond," I whispered, and Julian smirked. "A diamond? Not rock-hard?" "Diamond is the hardest material there is. And the most precious, too," I hummed, running my tongue first around the head, then along the full length.

His hands were sweating. Crystal clenched her hands tightly on her skirt. She gulped and looked deep into his eyes as if trying to find out if he really meant it. His intense gaze was enough to make his heart missed a few beats. She bit her lower and started kneeling down in front of him with her eyes still locked with his. As Rayan parted his lips to say something, she extended her hand. "I'll." She mewed. Rayan let out a soft chuckle and slipped the ring around her finger happily. Crystal stared at the ring, it's a diamond ring. The diamonds are set closely together into the grooves of the channel and decorate the sides of the band or the entire band. It's very beautiful!

Willow fixed her gaze on the diamond ring, her mind wandering as she stood still in a daze. Julian's voice sounded low and resonant as he said, "It's a 5.2-carat, perfectly flawless diamond that I personally picked out. It's designed for you to wear every day.

The silver fabric seems to ripple and flow like moonlight, and I can almost imagine myself wearing it, feeling like a goddess. As I delve deeper into the bag, I find a pair of delicate silver bracelets, adorned with tiny diamonds that match the J on the dress. There's also a velvet box containing a stunning diamond necklace, with a small silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. But that's not all - there's a second dress, nestled in the folds of the first. A flowing, strapless gown in a deep, rich blue, with intricate silver embroidery that seems to dance across the fabric. And a third dress, a daring red number with a plunging neckline and a daring thigh-high slit.

Chapter 33 Landon walked back. Straight toward her. The crowd parted. Let him through. Still applauding. Still gasping. "How generous," someone whispered. "What a wonderful brother," someone else said. He stopped in front of her. Opened the case. The diamonds glittered. Mocking. Claiming. Sienna's breath caught. The lights from the chandeliers hit each stone like tiny knives. The sparkle was blinding. Almost cruel. A beauty that didn't belong to her. That she didn't want.

“No pressure, then.” We tried gowns of ivory, crimson, and sapphire. Each was beautiful, but none felt like me. Then the seamstress brought out a gown that made my breath catch. It was a deep golden-brown silk, the shade of sun-warmed honey, threaded with silver embroidery that shimmered like moonlight. The fabric caught the glow of my skin, making it gleam, while the silver threads seemed to mirror the shift in my eyes—hazel-green when calm, violet when stirred by Eira.