Diamond Broken Novels & Stories

Before Westin was even done talking, Harvey immediately cut him off by lightly pinching his fingers together. There was a loud crack, and the diamond turned to dust before gliding off Harvey’s fingers. Smiling, Harvey pulled out some wet wipes. “This is all your love can do?” The crowd was dead silent. They didn’t know how to feel about what they had just seen. Normally speaking, a diamond wouldn’t crumble even if it was repeatedly hammered. ‘Is that diamond actually just a glass bead?’ ‘Still, you need some impressive talent to turn that to dust!’ At this moment, everyone looked into Harvey’s eyes with fear.

Or a fraud? Scarlett seized the moment, her voice a whip of sarcasm. “Miss Nixon, it seems your 'devotion' was built on a foundation of sand.” She picked up a shard, holding it to the light. “I thought this was Black Mountain Jade. It’s just glass—cheap, brittle trade-glass. You were so desperate for a miracle you didn't even check the bones of your own gift.” The snickers of the rival Alphas were like poison to Bria’s pride. She marched forward, her scent turning lethal. “This is impossible! I paid a fortune in silver for the materials!”

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

and most broken. --- A Few Days Later – Evelyn’s Diamond Gallery White lights illuminated every corner of the exhibit room, casting shimmering reflections from the diamond displays like falling stars. Evelyn stood in front of one of her newest pieces: a fractured and mended diamond, titled “Forgiveness.” Footsteps echoed from the entrance. William. This time, there was no hesitation. He came not to claim, but to support. “This gallery… it reflects your heart,” he said, stepping closer to the piece. “Broken… but still shining.”

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

"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.

real. "Leave it," Damian said. The voice cut through the room. Everyone stopped. Cassandra looked at him, surprised. "What?" Damian set his glass down. He looked at Aria. His eyes were focused entirely on the diamond resting against her skin. "That one," Damian said. "It has clarity." "But it’s tiny," Cassandra complained. "I wanted a choker with three rows of diamonds." "Quantity does not equal quality, Cassandra," Damian said coldly. "The other pieces are costume jewelry compared to that stone."

"She asked about you." "What did she say?" "She asked if you were broken." Jack looked at the Genesis Coin. Five cracks. Each one a battle, a sacrifice, a moment when he had spent more than he had. "What did you tell her?" "I told her that Sterlings do not break. We crack. And then we fill the cracks with gold."

He returned and handed Penny a small box. "There" he said. "with my love, gorgeous" Penny held her breath as she tore the brown paper and string. She knew immediately that it was a ring... By the size and shape of the box... Then as she drew it off the velvet bed, she said: "Ooh Jeremy" she breathed. "It is perfectly beautiful" He had chosen a large, oblong aquamarine, sat plainly in platinum. It's very simplicity endeared it to Penny at first glance.