Diamond In The Rough Synonym Novels & Stories

I countered, letting a hint of irritation slip into my voice. His expression did not change, but something sharpened in his eyes. “That depends,” he said. “Most people mistake convenience for connection. They call something meaningful simply because it is… easy. And toss away a diamond in search of gold.” The words slid under my skin, unwelcome and far too familiar. “Maybe the so called diamond thinks too highly of itself” I bit out before I could stop myself. Mirella’s eyebrows shot up as if I was speaking a different language. In a way I was.

The entirety of his lottery winnings could not allow him to even buy this first piece of jewelry. Naturally, he could not just say he had no money after boasting like that, so he said, “I’ve never liked diamonds. They feel so cold and emotionless, you know? Haven’t you seen it on TV? Gold is forever! Its eternal brilliance makes it my preferred kind of luxury.” The shopgirl smirked. “I’m afraid TV might have lied to you about that, sir!” She mocked him. “Diamonds are forever, sir. Once created, they live forever.”

Hallie hisses. I shake my head, “Tsk, tsk. Oh, you stupid little brat. Don't tell me you don't recognize a real diamond when you see one. I guess you're not as snooty and posh as you think you are.” The insult sinks in. Hallie's nose scrunches and her face glows red. “You're just a charity case, Rayne, a cheap golddigger!” I smirk, still showing off the ring in their faces. “A charity case with a bigger rock than any of you fools could ever hope to wear. Just so you know, I don't dig gold anymore. I go for diamonds now. The kind that shines brighter than your fading social status.”

It had turned into the hardest diamond. It was cold, brilliant, and impenetrable.

“I'm never going to let go—” “Mmh,” I groan softly. “My diamond in the rough,” he whispers with an encouraging grin and that smile melts away most of my fear. Almost a year ago Manny said those words to me on a park bench, sharing a cone of chocolate ice cream, my favorite. ‘I don't believe I'm capable of letting you go,’ he had said whilst holding my stare. ‘I'm too rough for you,’ I'd told him but he replied: ‘my diamond in the rough.’

"It's a good concept, but I like something unique. First, the players for purchase don't seem good enough." He perched his hip on the edge of the table, crossing his arms. "Don't seem good enough, but have potential. You need to find them young. Diamonds in the rough make the best jewels. And they stay loyal to you forever." I nodded. "All that glitters is not a diamond. Getting some of them would be a waste of money." "I'd like to hear more."

"A diamond?" “Yes!” Verity’s voice trembled with emotion “Can you believe it? A diamond mine, right beneath your mother’s lands! Oh, Goddess, I could hardly believe it when I read the letter they sent! The cave walls are full of rough stones like this! They sent this sample to prove it!” “What?” I stammered, the almost nonexistent weight of the tiny diamond between my fingers making her words even more unbelievable.

Nile I roll the piece of diamond in my hand, staring at it intently. From the way I have been spending hours gazing at it, recently, the poor jewel should have holes in it by now. And no, I have not been admiring it, the real reason is something I don't even want to admit to myself. This jewel now reminds me of Dymond Hilary, the stubborn little thief. It does not help that they actually share a name. I was pissed off at her the last time I saw her, simply because she did not give in to my sick urge to humiliate her and make her beg for mercy.

I've been their entertainment since I was old enough to wear heels. People fear my father. People fear my fiancé's family. People fear the guards flanking every exit. You'd think I, the girl standing alone in the middle of it all, was a precious diamond. And I am. The kind was put up for auction. The kind with a price tag. The kind that shines bright enough to decorate someone else's neck. I am a diamond. A shiny, expensive, useless rock that people like to stare at. At least diamonds don't have to smile on command.

he said gently. “But that’s the reality of this place. I’ll put it this way... for example, if you saw a diamond among a pile of rocks, would you really reach for a common stone instead of the one that shines? Of course not. You’d pick the rare, brilliant one... something that catches your eye because it’s not like the rest.” He looked at me with a gaze that felt too direct. “You might not think it’s a big deal,” he added. "This beauty of yours, we can use it... You can use it to make sure you don’t have to keep suffering the way you have.”