Diamond Lover Novels & Stories

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

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?

She was determined to tell the story in chronological order and jumping ahead to admit Jim was a vampire just wouldn’t do. Lizzy showed great interest when Chloe told of Tristan’s dreaming of her and how he went so far as to profess loving her. She asked quite a few questions about the atmosphere and conditions of inner-earth, as well as the occupants. Discovering that Tristan’s people were able to turn into dragons didn’t seem to faze her in the least. In fact, it pleased her.

"Now, what happened to her?" Nathan was going crazy, both of his wives were lying side by side on the bed and he had the face filled with fidgety all the while. The dragon flower was being dipped in the water and as soon as it changed its colour into a blond shade, Siren and Chapelle were making the Ladyship drink the golden water. While Willow had just examined Raya Blackmark and turned with her twinkled eyes to speak, "My Lord! It's a miracle!"

real. "Leave it," Damian said. The voice cut through the room. Everyone stopped. Cassandra looked at him, surprised. "What?" Damian set his glass down. He looked at Aria. His eyes were focused entirely on the diamond resting against her skin. "That one," Damian said. "It has clarity." "But it’s tiny," Cassandra complained. "I wanted a choker with three rows of diamonds." "Quantity does not equal quality, Cassandra," Damian said coldly. "The other pieces are costume jewelry compared to that stone."

Every spark that flew from the saw was a piece of the nobody from Port Haven being forged into a leader. When she finally stepped out of the shed, the sun was beginning to dip, casting long, golden shadows over the mine. The miners were waiting, their cynicism replaced by a tense, quiet curiosity. Ophelia opened her hand. Resting in her palm was a diamond that looked like a shard of the midnight sky. It wasn't round. it was sharp, jagged, and brilliant, with a deep blue heart that seemed to glow from within. It was a masterpiece of contemporary unique value.

The second of the two was the smarter one, because he quickly says, “I am sorry for my companion’s disrespect. He is new to this line of duty and doesn’t understand the formalities. We are here to obtain a woman, that we think obtained a job recently from you. She is our Prince’s betrothed and we are here only to take her back to her owner.” A growl now rippled from my chest as I realized they were talking about Quinn, my mate, like an object. She belonged to no one other than me and she was my mate and my Luna, not a possession. Taking a step towards the blood sucker, I say to him, “Tell your Prince of Darkness, if he wants her to come and get her himself.” As I bared my teeth at him lettin

Ciconi Slayers disliked any form of heavy protection and preferred to rely more on teleportation or speed to evade attacks. “Forgive my ignorance, Lord Temujin,” Mr. Olsson said after a star-struck gasp, “but are these lovely cut glass bowls from the renowned glassmakers of the Vulcanus Clan? They’re curiously shallow but no less expressive than a chawan cup. Dare I say you’re exceedingly generous to even consider offering these beauties as a warming gift to me?” “Forget it,” Temujin harrumphed and put the scales back inside his jacket, away from Mr. Olsson’s reaching fingers.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her