Diamond Broken Novels & Stories

I sure hope so… “Show that threshold who is boss baby!” Conor added enthusiastically. I chuckled under my breath at him. After a few minutes, I nodded to myself as I shakily got to my feet. I staggered backwards and fell back looking up towards the sky. Maybe I should have eaten breakfast… I sat up holding my jewel. What’s that? There was a large crack running through the length of the stone. I cracked it… Well, that’s nerve wracking… I’ve never cracked my jewel before. I wonder what that will mean for me?

Something cracked inside me. "I don't know much about Rhodium, but s-since when does it break and turn to s-sand?" Kaylee stammered, eyes wide and horrified. She set her glass aside, hands trembling. We both bent down, staring at the mess. It wasn’t metal. It was sand. Fine, grainy sand. No! No, no, no! I picked up another bar and dropped it to the floor. It crumbled instantly. Rage exploded in my chest. I grabbed an entire cart and shoved it over. The sound echoed across the warehouse as every last piece broke apart.

Then another memory hit—the screensaver, the video, Liana’s words in the restroom. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, opened the video again, and zoomed in. “Alex!” I hissed, tears rushing to my eyes as if they had been given permission to escape. The signs were there, but I was too blind to see them. I hurried home. Thankfully, Margaret wasn’t in. I dumped out my school bag, spilling everything onto the floor. I searched frantically until my eyes found it—the diamond necklace. My brows furrowed. The main diamond was shaped like the letter L.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

“You think a ring can erase what’s happened? You think safety is what I need?” “I know you need safety,” he replied. “I know you need someone who won’t break you and then act like it’s love.” The truth of it stung. Henry’s face flickered in my mindhis angry kiss in the hallway, the taste of regret still on my lips. “I don’t love like that,” I mumbled. “Not anymore.” He opened the box. The diamond caught the muted light, a small world of hope. “Then let me show you,” he said. “Marry me. Not tomorrow, not next month. Now. We can leave tonight, start over somewhere no one knows your name.”

And if I think, I’ll break in a way I won’t come back from. I move to the sitting room next. The ridiculous Baccarat vase we got from the Abernathys, James' father's friends, sits on the hall table. It’s ugly. Tall and hollow and full of nothing. Perfect metaphor. I smash it on the hardwood floor and a dark thrill races through me at the sound of it shattering. Something about seeing that perfect, now in irreparable pieces feels like honesty for once. Then the Waterford crystal decanter set, gifted by some European countess I’ll never even meet.

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

Failure, that was the perfect word for how Damien felt. He pushed the flower vase that was on the counter on the floor and broke everything that he could lay his hands on. His silverware was the next, why couldn’t he just get anything right! He slid to the floor, his hands digging into the broken glass, but the pain was exactly what he wanted, craved, and welcomed.

“Victoria... control your pulse.” “I am trying,” I gasped, my golden eyes flashing with a light so brilliant it looked like liquid silver. The pressure inside my arm expanded, a heavy, cosmic weight fighting against the metal constraints. “I cannot—” A sharp, metallic crack echoed through the quiet courtyard. The ancient jade bracelet violently shuddered against my skin. A hairline fracture zipped across the center of the green stone, splitting the old protective runes right down the middle. With a tiny, crisp snap, a small triangular chip of the green jade broke away, falling into the gray dirt of the courtyard floor.

With an arrogant demeanor, Bridget extended her hand and said, "Look carefully then! This is a rare pink diamond worth tens of millions." Frida examined the bracelet before saying with a faint smile, "Miss, this diamond of yours is lab-grown. "Real diamonds have a pure, white sparkle with exceptional brilliance and hardness. While yours is a dyed moissanite, even the refracted light is multicolored." At that moment, several wealthy women who knew Frida mockingly told Bridget, "Mrs. Lowe is a jewelry appraiser. She's been in the industry for decades. No one knows jewelry better than her."