Diamond Castle Novels & Stories

The diamonds were huge and refractive. “Oh how lovely,” the pregnant woman said in a slightly bored voice. “But my husband and I do have diamonds of our own.” “Actually ma’am, Camelornian diamonds are known as the biggest diamonds to have ever existed. It was thought to be…” “I am sure they are. Do you think they can be stolen?” Evangeline was getting even more angry and was having a hard time managing her anger. “They are highly secured and these display cases you see are highly impossible to penetrate. The controls to this cases are operated by experts in the control room, there are cameras all over the place…”

“And it’s cloudier than sour milk.” “It is not,” she argued with wide eyes. “It just looks cloudy because it’s dark outside.” “Ha,” he practically coughed. “Where did you get it?” “Coalminers R Us.” “Where!” he yelled in an octave above his regular voice. “Coalminers R Us. It’s in the Bronx,” he clarified simply. “It’s –” “It sounds like a swap meet,” he said with a horrified expression. “This diamond probably isn’t even real.”

“Yes. I could tell.” Diamond blushed, and I imagined myself in her shoes. Was that how I looked whenever I blushed about Cassian? “Yes,” she replied truthfully. “Ever since I first saw him. But…” “But what?” “We’re from different worlds, Kate,” Diamond said sadly. “He’s rich and powerful and elegant. I’m just a cleaner who watches him from far away and dreams about impossible things. I’d never dare confess.” “Why not?” “Why? Do you think someone like him could notice me?” she replied with a sad smile. “I’m just an ordinary cleaner.”

She needs to look pretty. I grumbled: — The party isn't even mine. — But it was thanks to your interview that Vincent wanted to make a contract with Diamond! I laughed wryly. — I doubt it. — Well, keep being skeptical! Sheila and Louis dragged me to the beautification ward, where several comfortable chairs stood in front of huge mirrors. As much as Diamond had its flaws, it was a very well structured company and contained glamour in every detail. The gray walls, the contrast of exotic decorative plants, the paintings of famous painters, the gigantic glass walls with balconies and each exaggeratedly expensive furniture gave the company its name.

“Grows on meteorites? “She laughed slightly. “Yes. It looks like a diamond. Acts like a diamond. But it is a star stone. Somehow when I thought of that, I knew that was what I wanted to get you on the day our sons were born.” He said as he slipped it on her finger. “A piece of the stars from me to you.”

Dishwashers accepted the bowls and cups, keeping the area clean as diners left. “Yellow arches, eat your heart out,” Rain murmured, her mouth watering. Before she could ask what they were serving, the stall on her left captured her attention. She gasped. A beautiful jacket of wine-red velvet was displayed on a wooden mannequin, complete with matching choker and earrings. Cropped, close-fitted at the bust to hug a woman’s body, it fastened with a gold clasp between the breasts. The sleeves were full and made of a sheer, burgundy fabric with ruby and diamond crystal cuffs. At least she assumed the stones were crystal; she wouldn’t dare display real stones like that in an open market. A black s

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

June turned to look at me from behind her and yelled, "Trampoline!" I immediately knew the strategy. She bent her knees and I clasped both of her hands while positioning myself inverted to her and bending my knees so we can align the soles of our shoes. Imitating a rocketship, I increased my airkicks power to the fullest and used it to boost June's speed as I kicked her off to launch her body towards the spinning ring. —a rocketship launch from the Rearguards of the Golden Crows! McKiery makes a clean steal for the ring! The Golden Crown gets their chance for the championship again! It's 30 seconds left for the game folks—

"If I'm supposed to play a role, I need to know the stage." Adrian released my jaw, stepping back to grab his suit jacket from the back of the armchair. He slipped it on, his shoulders squaring under the tailored fabric. "We are going to an exclusive, underground black-market auction house. It’s located beneath a luxury hotel downtown, run by a neutral faction that caters only to the elite of the underworld." I stared at him, trying to process the words. "A black-market auction? At two in the morning?"