Diamond Books Novels & Stories

Guests can not only receive well-prepared gifts, but also enjoy ancient works of art. Lydia's wedding ring design was ready, and Vince bought her a precious pink diamond in South Africa to make her wedding ring. The wedding ring was inspired by Disney's fireworks show, with the diamond in the shape of a firework and their names engraved inside. Human life is short, but a diamond can carry their love through the centuries. Lydia can't wait to see the finished diamond! This evening, Lydia and Gwen are going to a party. It's a businessman's party, where people drink champagne, complement each other, and then talk about partnerships and signed contracts.

I heard him asks what I just finished reading on the glittering board in front of me and I squint only to find Ferd kneeling down with one knee with a small ring box opened and showcasing a diamond ring. I gasp and covered my mouth to avoid those insects flying into my mouth. As if that wasn't enough, I just noticed both of us were standing in the middle of a carved Love-shape lights and roses surrounding us. "Oh my God!" I gosh out with wobbling legs. I couldn't stand anymore if not I'll embarrass myself and faint right now, instead I went on my knees in tears.

Seeing Lambert's interest, the saleswoman hurriedly explained, "Sir has an excellent eye! This set of diamond jewelry is perfect for a family of three, especially for successful individuals like yourself. These three pieces are cut from the same pink diamond and are named 'Happy Home.'" Clearly pleased with the set, Lambert immediately instructed, "We'll take this." Lydia, who was holding the ornament, paused. "Isn't this ornament good enough? But, symbolically speaking, this set of jewelry does seem better." Lambert smirked but said nothing. It was Wythe who shook his head, saying playfully, "Mom, you're silly! This set of jewelry is obviously for us!" Lambert ruffled Wythe's hair affection

“I hope you brought your story.” “I did!” Jimmy exclaimed. “I left the papers on your desk this morning.” Ruvyn smiled widely and grabbed his arm. “Let's go read then!” They were about to leave the room when the king stopped them, “Wait.” They turned to look at him, he was walking slowly and elegantly towards them. His eyes were fixed on Jimmy's, a beautiful clear blue colouring them. “Diamond,” he said with a deep voice. “Where are you going?” “We are going to read a story,” Ruvyn answered instead. “Is there anything wrong?”

I stare at Dia who had a sisterly worried face "Diamond" I called and she faced me smiling, you know the smile that says "Death" but that's not my problem. "Has the betta started talking to you?" I ask but her face dropped "No...but these days he has been giving me disgusting glares, I'm so tired of him I might give up soon," She said with a teardrop from her eyes. That's one thing about diamonds. She's too emotional, not like I'm not but I've been through so much pain that sometimes I know how to bottle up the biggest pain but with Diamond, it's not like that.

Chapter 16: The New Blueprint The morning air in the West Village was really crisp. It smelled like coffee and old paper from the corner bookstore. Elena sat at a table watching how the sunlight caught the wedding band on her left hand. The wedding band was a gold band now. The five-carat Vane diamond was tucked away in a safe. They only brought it out for parties where they still played the part.

She was at death's door, yet this young girl could still manage to smile. "Do you want this?" Birdie held up a massive blue diamond, her smile radiant. Quentin's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. The perfect blue of the diamond was like a profound ocean, dreamily enchanting. Someone asked in a daze, "My goodness, how much could this diamond be worth if sold?" Quentin had promised them each 100 thousand dollars as the reward, but was that too little now? Seeing Birdie's resolute decision in her eyes, Quentin panicked. "What are you going to do?"

Wilbur nodded, and the saleswoman from earlier reluctantly turned away. Tasha led Wilbur to browse through the jewelry, smiling as she asked, "Sir, how may I address you?" "Trevor Penn," replied Wilbur. Tasha smiled. "Mister Penn, please take a look at this item." Tasha pointed to a counter, where a blood-red diamond was displayed. The diamond was the size of a quail egg and entirely crimson. It was cut with eight facets that refracted a radiant red glow. Amidst its exquisite beauty, it carried a poignant sensation akin to fresh blood.

Sophia was trying to provoke me. "Novatech and the Umbrella Group are self-explanatory," went on Mr. Caldwell, "but Diamond's vagueness is what makes it so dangerous—and possibly useful. He or she who possesses Diamond can command the entire city. And anyone who thinks they can find the heir without consequences is. mistaken." I felt a shiver of fear—no, not fear, but exhilaration.—down my spine. Sunderland was not a city; it was war disguised as streets and skyscrapers.

Slowly, he lifted the lid, revealing a velvet-black interior, and nestled right in the center of it was a diamond. But not just any diamond. My breath hitched for a moment. It was massive, square in cut, but with curved edges, making it gleam like a warped mirror under the overhead lights. A strange glow pulsed beneath its surface, like it was alive, breathing. I’d seen pictures of it in underground files, whispered about in coded messages and late-night calls. The Solarian Diamond. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, leaning in closer, trying not to sound rattled. “That’s the diamond?”