Diamond Lover Novels & Stories

“The King and Queen of Ashes.” Amara lifted her chin. “We left the crown behind.” “Yet it clings to you,” Il Diavolo said, smiling faintly. “Power has a scent, my dear. And yours… intoxicating.” Dante stepped forward, his presence sharp as a blade. “Say what you want, old man, before I decide this masquerade should end with your blood.” But Il Diavolo only laughed, a deep, unhurried sound. “You always were impatient, Dante. Still the boy trying to prove himself king.” His gaze slid to Amara, lingering like a touch. “But she… she is something else entirely. You’ve sharpened her into steel. And now she shines brighter than you.”

My wolf didn’t like the proximity of another wolf so close to our mate and it took everything inside of me to hold back a growl. “That’s odd.” The doctor said as he took a step back from Quinn with his eyes focused on something on her chest and I moved in to see what he was looking at, worried that maybe the bear had hurt her before I was able to get to her. But when I moved around the side of the doctor my eyes too focused on the necklace that she wore around her neck. I had never seen a moonstone like it before encased in silver. Moonstones at that size were extremely rare especially one of such purity which told me that Quinn wasn’t just some normal wolf. “What?” Quinn asks as she looks d

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.

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

I have always heard that Alpha Damon is more like a monster who hasn't smiled for three years after the loss of his Luna. He is the same person standing right in front of me, smiling like he just caught a huge prey. He is nothing like people describe him to be. "I will agree to your condition but I will let you go only if you find your mate. If you don't find him on the full moon of your birthday, I won't let you go" he uttered and stepped back, putting his hands behind his back. "Until then, you are mine, Olivia. Your body, your soul, everything belongs to me. You were bought by me after all" he deadpanned.

~Viola~ I met Damien just where Lucas said I would meet him. He’s standing by the fountain, his looks are expressionless. Even in his causal wears he looks good on it. I cleared my throat when I got close. Damien didn’t seem startled, he must’ve seen me coming. “What are you doing here?” His voice is toneless. I keep my hands in my pocket and brought out the diamond. “I want to return this...” He twirled his head to the side and stared at the diamond in my hands.

She just keeps quiet because she knows that he won't buy it for her even if she speaks up. 'Well, she has great self-awareness. Unlike her, I'm rich. I can buy whatever I want.' Chloe simply ignored Ava's gaze. The last showpiece was a ring called The Flawless Love. This diamond was as large as a pigeon's egg and was a one-of-a-kind product. It was the only one worldwide and symbolized the pure and eternal beauty of love like a crystal heart. Many rich businessmen had come for The Flawless Love, and at that moment, they were looking at the piece eagerly.

"And if we are going to burn the city, I should dress for the fire." Dante stopped in front of me. "You are the fire, Cara." Whispering, he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened the box and inside, there was a diamond choker. It looked so elegant. He stepped behind me to fasten it. “I thought you would need it.” He whispered, brushing his fingers against my neck, over the bruise he had made. "I need you the most." I breathed, turning to face him. "L'Oscuro.”

It cut through the music behind the balcony doors, through the laughter, through the lie of the whole evening. Vivienne’s smile faded for half a second. Good, Elena thought. Damian stared at the glass. The diamond sat at the bottom, drowned in amber, still catching light like it had no shame. “Put it back on,” he said. Elena almost laughed. “Why? So everyone can admire how beautifully your ex-fiancée’s ring fits your replacement wife?” Vivienne’s mouth curved again. “Replacement is such an ugly word.” “But accurate?” “Temporary might be better.”