Diamond And Silk Novelas e Histórias

She is full of herself but he is so selfish. “For you? What about us?” she cries in disbelief. “Not now Zoey,” he dismisses her and walks into the lounge with Zoey behind him. “Golden Queen. Say the word and the eastern hemisphere is yours,” the idiot declares and all my guests’ jaws drop. They did not quite understand what I was telling them about these men loosing their minds. “Darius!” Zoey cries, appalled. I am feeling sorry for her now. “There is nothing in that hemisphere besides oil. The west on the other hand, has diamonds, platinum to mention a few,” Marco, Silvia’s mate counters and presents his offer. Silvia looks at him and starts crying.

she tells me and pulls out a golden one. "How's this?" She asks and smirks when she sees the spark in my eyes. This particular one gives the vibes of something a queen will wear. The golden mesh material does not only have threads of gold woven into it, it also has pieces of gold attached to specific parts of the dress that give it such a divine glow. "What the hell?!" I panic. This one is more womanly and queen like with the gold, but the other dress has pink precious stones attached to it, and it just makes me think of a princess. Damn it. What the hell. I can not even choose between the two.

"What do you mean?" Leon asked sharply. He hadn't expected such a setback in his plans. The designer looked at Leon worriedly, trying to explain the situation carefully. "The material for the suit is no longer being produced by our supplier, Sir." "Why is that?" Leon pressed on, feeling frustrated because his efforts might be in vain. He wanted that suit. Lola then explained that the silver silk used in the suit was a rare product that had ceased production. This material had been produced by the Faraday tribe, who had a unique skill in weaving silver thread into silk fibers, creating a spectacular and beautiful shimmer.

It was beautiful; it was made of a partly see-through violet silk top with a built-in slightly darker violet bra, with golden straps made up of small coins, that ran over the shoulders, down the sides, across her chest and under, highlighting her breasts. There was a large jewelled diamond situated between her breasts that had three more chains of gold coins dropping and then looping up to the sides of her breasts. The sleeves were the same see-through silk falling off the shoulders to sit just above the elbow, with another chain of gold coins sitting just above it. The skirt was the same see-through violet silk, being just that little darker around her private area. The same golden coins ma

She nodded and turned, leaving, but not without a hateful glance at me. Dimitri continued to stroke my hair, he wrapped his cold arm around me, a ruby ring on his finger. I couldn't help but stare at it, "it's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded my head slowly. "Rubies can be so magical, but very common." His voice changing, he slipped a finger under my chin, lifting my face gently to his, I could feel his warm breath on my face, it smelled sweet and it was making me sleepy. "You're not a ruby though," he breathed, his voice was soft like it was a secret, "why?" I asked and he smiled, "because you're a diamond. And those are forever."

Sparks arrested my biosok and for pretty several seconds, I was bedazzled by the amount of stones on one dress. With both hands, I grasped the black lace and raised it to see that the stones encrusted on it were not ordinary beads. They were black diamonds. A smile broke out on my lips and for a moment I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. No one had ever done this for me. And black diamonds are very expensive and had to find in the whole of Silver Crest pack. It only belonged to the top 1 of the top 1 percent elites of Silver Crest.

"Did you really think I would let you put your hands on it? I secured the asset before the catalog was even printed. The auction was just a show." She leaned in, her eyes burning with triumph. "A show designed to drain your liquidity. And you fell for it. You spent every last cent you had to spite me, and you bought a piece of glass." "You... you bitch!" Lysander screamed. He looked down at the necklace in the box. The five-million-dollar necklace. With a roar of pure, animalistic rage, he grabbed the "sapphire" and threw it against the marble fireplace. CRUNCH. A real diamond is the hardest substance on earth. It would have chipped the marble.

This one made my heart race. Because it wasn’t just beautiful, it was surreal. The gown stood tall on the mannequin, regal and untouchable, like it belonged to a goddess who expected silence when she entered the room. The neckline curved with grace, and the skirt spilled in folds that seemed to ripple with every shift of light. Yet something else caught my eye. I stepped closer, squinting. “Are those…” My words trailed off as I leaned in. “Diamonds,” Nico finished for me. “Approximately one thousand. Small, finely carved, and very real.”

The air was crisp, the kind of cold that encouraged long walks and evenings by the fire. One night, as they sat in front of the crackling fireplace, Damian pulled a small box from his pocket. “What’s this?” Sage asked, curiosity flickering in her eyes. He opened it to reveal a silver bracelet, its charms shaped like a coffee cup, a book, and a sunflower. “It’s a reminder,” Damian said, clasping it around her wrist. “Of everything you’ve built. Everything we’ve built together.” Sage turned the bracelet over in her hands, her throat tightening. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Korth did not care for gold. Gold was cold, silent, and told no stories. He preferred the warmth of a secret. In the center of the Peak of Whispers, the dragon sat in his human form, a tall, bone-thin man with eyes like polished obsidian. Around him, thousands of crystal vials pulsed with a soft, milky light. Each one held a "Last Word," the final sentence spoken by a person at the moment of their death. "Vial 8,902 is leaking, Korth," Elara said, her voice echoing against the stone walls.