Diamond Kingdom Novels & Stories

I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air. People always said to be forewarned was forearmed, right? I didn't want to help or do anything for that matter as I entered my bed, pulled the duvet up to my chin and ended up staring at the girls face I had sketched and it had one word I had heard. Princess. Becca's POV I love you for your flaws and darkness because your darkness is beautiful. When everything went black, I gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't hurt me here or find me or taunt me. He couldn't touch me because I was dead. Or I hoped I was.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She's capable of getting any man. Purple. power, and ambition, life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond. Gabriella is brave and strong and broken all at once. She wore her scars as her best attire. She used her scars as her weapon and that's one of the reasons my attraction towards her grows everyday. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The music was so loud that you couldn't hear your own thoughts, faint chatters heard from a distance. The club was packed.

He seemed to be the one she saw earlier upstairs. "The other one is Jack, and that's Queen." (Their code names... they're named after cards.) After Ace individually introduced his teammates and pointed them out, he held her hand again, diverting her attention from the men in front of her. "We're done here. Go back to your positions now," ordered Ace to them. "It's our break time, boss! And why can't we shake hands? Our hands are clean!" Spade protested, but when Ace glanced at him, he pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

Yuri locked his beefy fingers together on his chest. "For now," Dominic said. "Yes, for Now." Yuri echoed. It was no secret that should the family ever lose their wealth and power, they would lose their standing. Their enemies would close in on them, but for now, they ruled the underworld. Dominic opened the top drawer on the desk, seemingly looking for something. He pulled out a pen and a writing pad. "Yuri?" Dominic cleared his throat. "Yes Sir," Yuri answered exuberantly, ready to serve. "After the funeral is over, I want to take a wife."

He was doing that on purpose. “Alright, you know the rules,” Dominic said, and they nodded. “Go!” He gave the sign, and they started fighting. Arman is a golden dragon, and Adam is something green. “My cousin is an Emerald dragon, a top protector, his mate, Queen Talia, Arman's is the Amethyst Princess… the tale goes that she was bound to die, all of them, never making it, over and over… until now…” Urien whispered, and I looked at Adam under a new light. He was not the ordinary royal, yet he was impressive. A warrior, like Urien, but on steroids. He was stronger, sharper.

Inside: a single glossy card the color of crushed silver. No text. Just a shattered mirror engraved with a symbol she hadn’t seen in years: ∞ But she knew it. Everyone in her world knew it. The Mirror. A rumored space. A place whispered about in late-night DMs and post-orgasm come-downs. Not a bar. Not a dungeon. Something older. Wilder. Exclusive beyond comprehension. Where the most powerful doms went to be unmade—or to prove they could never be. She turned the card over. On the back, in blood-colored ink:

Not today anyway. Ogling him wouldn't make him go away, and I had no interest in confronting him regarding why he'd asked about me. So, I went back to my dressing station and began to reapply the heavy makeup that I hoped hid my identity. It might not actually do the trick, but I'd convinced myself that I was a different person when I caked it on. Nikki Wilson wasn't the girl on that stage taking off her clothes for strangers; Diamond was. And Diamond was edgy, strong, a force to be reckoned with. She had gumption, determination. Her give-a-fuck didn't even register. The second the first beat played through the speakers, Nikki became Diamond, and Diamond owned that stage.

"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.

Dominique asked with curiosity. “Um, no, I just…” I stutter. Grabbing the box, Dominique pulls the necklace out slowly. I watch as he observed it. “This one is called the Diamond Tear. It’s a single Diamond in the form of a teardrop. The necklace is white gold, twenty carats. It’s a unique one in the world,” the woman explained briefly. Dominique raised his hand. Silently, I stare at the Diamond. Somehow my head started pounding. Groaning in pain, I held my head.