Diamond Lover Novels & Stories

"You are supposed to be completely infatuated with me." I tilted my head toward him and laughed softly at something nonexistent, though my insides were twisting into knots. My heart hammered so violently against my ribs I was certain the people passing us could hear it. I played the role of the doting, obsessed fiancée, letting my shoulder rest against his chest as we walked toward the main bar area. Adrian’s gaze scanned the room over the top of my head. Suddenly, I felt his fingers tighten slightly against my waist. "Look toward the left pillar near the stage," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music. "The man in the charcoal suit with the silver mask. That's Hector."

I let out a short laugh and dropped the brooch onto the table with a sharp click. “Mr. Collins, why don’t you explain? The real ‘Heart of the Ocean’ should have a laser-engraved serial number inside the clasp. And at the base of the gemstone, there’s a microchip so small you’d need at least a twenty-times magnifier to see it.” With every word, his face grew paler. Lily’s expression cracked, panic creeping through the carefully maintained innocence. She turned toward Victoria, but even Victoria looked uncertain now. I straightened slowly.

The server nodded and walked in Joseph’s direction while we piled into Marc’s Mercedes. “Where’s the Lamborghini?” Chris asked as Marc put the key in the ignition and pressed the start button. “You have a Lamborghini?” I gasped with disbelief. “I’m a collector of sorts,” Marc said. “Admit it, brother, you’re an over-indulged snob, but we love you anyway,” Clarissa laughed. “Be careful you don’t turn her against me before I’ve had the chance to prove myself,” he said. “She’s already warned me that she can’t be bought. I’m stuck relying on my charms to win her over.”

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

Opening my eyes, I gasp when I see the most beautiful rose-gold ring has delicate vines adorned with sparkling round diamonds and marquise diamond buds that reach the beautiful five karat diamond in the center. Lucifer nips my ear and whispers, “I want you to be my wife in every sense, including human laws, and I want to be your husband. Would you marry me, luv?” I look at the beautiful ring before I turn around and straddle his hips. Lucifer looks into my eyes and wraps his arms around my waist as he patiently waits for my response. Reaching forward, I slide my hands up his chest and neck, “I’d love to be your wife in the eyes of all humans, Lucifer. You’re the love of my life.”

“It’s a beautiful ring. I know that you don’t know about things like these but that’s real white gold. The gem on it is a genuine diamond.” Inara was overwhelmed and also wondered about how she could know that. Amara read her mind and smiled. “I’m seeing someone who owns an outfit that sells high end jewelries. We met at the gym.” Amara informed her with cheeks glowing red. “Oh look at you. When were you going to tell me?” “Hush, lower your voice before it’s my turn to get into the lion’s den.” The lion’s den was how they privately referred to their parent’s room and they giggled about it.

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

I would have taken the task of visiting Joanna's grave when I was down, but sadly, her grave is countries away and I have no choice but to spend my entire afternoon whenever I'm down, looking into thin air in deep thoughts of what would have been if she was still with us. Another shot. Another shot and Another shot. With the way the bartender now looked at me, he probably thought I was crazy. How dumb he couldn't read it in my eyes that I've been through so much pain. "I see you sold out my whiskey." A deep menacing voice spoke from behind. I look behind me at the tall body body-built man dressed in a simple polo and jeans. Simple but I bet they cost more than this whiskey times ten. His han

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.

The woman who Giovanni TRIED creating, or reshaping to his liking, mostly maybe to annoy Alessandro, was something that he failed at doing. I handed her the bag, and Aurora frowned as she pulled the box out. I opened it, making her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the diamond necklace. I sat beside her, and putting my hand on her knee, I squeezed it gently “I know that you normally don’t like such things, but considering the fact that the two of us became mates, and considering everything that we’ve been going through...” “Dante…”