Novel & Cerita Diamond In The Rough Synonym

“I love the diamond cut, always have. The black is the color of our start and the regular diamond is our end. In other words, a rough start but hopefully one that ends well. And the rubies reminded me of your firey spirit.” “Well….” What in the world could she say to that? No one had ever done anything like that for her, and this was a guy that was an enemy of hers. This was far beyond the normal for him, and she knew that. Perhaps it was the olive branch, showing he did care?

"But rubies also symbolize protection, and I feel so safe when I'm with you." I nodded, my voice too thick with emotion to say anything back. "And I chose a pink diamond," Nick said, "because it's one of the rarest diamonds in the world. Exactly like you, Simone." I met his gaze and saw the emotion in his eyes. He'd come such a long way from when I first met him, but he was still Nick f*cking Morgan in a lot of ways. These days I secretly thought of him as Nick f*cking me Morgan, but I kept that to myself. He didn't need the ego boost.

"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.

I thоught thіѕ can't get bеttеr, thеn Diamond bеgаn lоwеrіng hеrѕеlf. Sооn, Dіаmоnd wаѕ ѕԛuаttіng wіth her рuѕѕу wаvіng іnсhеѕ frоm mу fасе. I соuld smell hеr womanhood сlеаrlу. Thе ѕmеll wаѕ іntоxісаtіng. Frаnkіе was nоw grinding on a raging hаrd-оn. I wоuld hаvе worried about hiding thіѕ рhуѕіоlоgісаl еxрrеѕѕіоn оf mу horniness frоm hеr, but I сlеаrlу dіdn't nееd tо wоrrу bесаuѕе ѕhе fосuѕеd hе

He held it between us, snapping it open with a sharp *click*. Inside sat a ring that defied every tradition of Oakhaven high society. It wasn't the clear, brilliant diamond Julian had used to 'mark' me as his property. This was a **Black Diamond**—a raw, jagged, five-carat stone that seemed to swallow the light of the hallway. It was surrounded by a halo of small, blood-red rubies that looked like droplets of frozen fire. I hesitated, my hand hovering in the air. The sheer weight of what this represented—a contract that bound my life to the most dangerous man in the city—suddenly felt very real.

the woman said before attempting to scratch one bangle with the broken glass. Diamonds happen to be the hardest known mineral on the planet. Anything with a hardness below that of a diamond cannot scratch a diamond. So, when the lady found no scratch on her diamonds, she smiled brightly and declared, "I'll take all of them." She went around the store and also chose a few earrings and necklaces. Walking past the Oceanic Treasures Set, she exclaimed, "Oh, I want this for my daughter!"

There was only the scent of him, the heat of his palm, and the way his eyes never left hers. "Why the black diamonds?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper as he spun her past a pillar of white marble. "Because they’re rare," he said. "They’re formed under extreme pressure, deep in the dark. They don't pretend to be pure. They just are. Like us." "We are nothing alike," she argued, though her heart was hammering a rhythm that matched the tempo of the dance.

Ethan slowly held a knife and fork, cutting the steak in front of him, and eating in a dignified and elegant manner. Compared with Liam who was crying, "No! I don't want to go where the birds don't shit! Even if it's mining, no matter how much I can earn, I won't go!" "It is mining." "Ah? Really?" Liam wiped his eyes and finally stopped howling, "What more?" "Diamond." Liam felt a little excited. "Well, brother why don't you punish my sister-in-law? She asked me to cooperate in concealing it."

If anything, I almost laughed. I turned back to Cassian and said, evenly: "Obsidian really does outshine moonstone. It suits you — cheap matches cheap."

“Do you like this one?” Rebecca asked, holding up a couple’s ring set from the display tray. Dash’s face twisted in disapproval. “Not eye-catching. Pick something with a touch of gold, baby!” “Excuse me! I’m not a gold digger anymore, I’m a diamond digger. Choose one from these three.” She declared, leaving no room for debate.