Diamond And Silk Novels & Stories

Dom rolled his eyes and said “ A red diamond! Only the rarest and most expensive stone in the world! I have never seen one so big, it must have cost Xan an absolute fortune!” “Oh, and I suppose the hair stick is..” Grace said with a pale face. “Yeap made with gold and encrusted with red and white diamonds!” Dom said as he was putting it through her messy bun. “Shit!” Grace muttered as they helped her into her dress and shoes. Grace then had a diamond choker and bracelet. Her makeup was smoky eyes and red lipstick, making her green eyes stand out. “You look stunning!” Cassandra said spraying an expensive perfume over Grace.

On the way, I had bumped into Rue and told her to get me a cup of coffee and some cookies. Entering my room, I seated myself on the bed, leisurely opening the box. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the exquisite necklace inside – a golden piece adorned with intricate flower designs. Running my fingers along the chains, I couldn't resist standing up and making my way to the dressing mirror.

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

The fabric shimmered softly under the light, and delicate diamonds were sewn into its design, sparkling like tiny stars. “Are those real diamonds?” Britany gasped, her eyes widening with greed as she leaned closer to inspect it. Her fingers hovered over the dress as if she were afraid to touch it. “They’re glowing so brightly,” she murmured in awe. Then she clicked her tongue and turned sharply toward me, her face twisted with jealousy and resentment. “You’re really lucky, aren’t you?” she hissed. “Alpha Damon bought you a dress worth millions.” Her gaze swept over me with clear disdain.

Nikolai liked his women to be ornaments, not architects. "Let me see them," I said. My voice was raspy, but steady. She laid out the silks. Emerald, deep navy, and a crimson so dark it looked like drying blood. I ran my fingers over the fabric. The texture was exquisite, but the weight was wrong.

“Why would she be afraid?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I felt the pull of the artifact again—a tugging at the very core of me, calling me closer. My pulse quickened as the lines of silver along my arms burned brighter, sending waves of heat and light through my chest. I wanted to resist, but my legs moved on their own. “Stop!” Damien shouted, trying to grab me, but the glass beneath our feet trembled, throwing us off balance. I barely managed to stay upright.

She was draped in black silk that cost more than my entire apothecary, her diamonds catching the candlelight and throwing jagged sparks across the floor. "The wind is turning, Bianca," I whispered, my voice sounding thin. "Even the birds know when the air carries the scent of a predator." "A predator?" Bianca laughed, a sharp, melodic sound that lacked any real warmth—it was the ring of fine crystal hitting stone. She reached out, her manicured fingers grazing a rare bundle of silver-root I had spent three days drying. With a careless flick of her wrist, she knocked it to the floor, the brittle stalks shattering like dead insects.

ISLA'S POV The navy silk feels like water against my skin. I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror. The dress fits with terrifying precision—$12,400 worth of Italian craftsmanship molded to my body like it was designed for me specifically. Maybe it was. The diamond on my finger catches the overhead light, flashing a cold, sharp white. Two carats. Emerald cut. That stone is worth more than most people make in a decade. On my hand, it feels like a shackle.

Dain hadn’t moved in several minutes. The silk bundle sat no more than a foot from his hand, as though it had always been there. He hadn't seen it arrive. Hadn't heard it placed. It was simply… present, quiet, and ominous in its stillness. The silk shimmered faintly in the candlelight—deep violet threaded with silver, the kind of fabric he hadn’t seen since he was a child listening to stories of relic-bearers and rituals long abandoned.

Murmurs of excitement filled the room and soon, another item was brought in. "This is a dress that is made out of the finest Quality. It is believed to be made of priceless diamonds and of course, it has been tested and confirmed. This dress would accentuate your hidden curves and make men drool. The body of the dress is made with the finest silk from China. This dress is envied by many including Florence from Florida." "Alright, we're starting with 2 Million Dollars." "3 Million Dollars!" "I have 3 million Dollars... High–"