Diamond Lover Novels & Stories

Lola was admiring a six-carat pear-shaped diamond ring on her finger. "Ms. Sanders, you have very good taste. This is one of the rarest jewelry in our shop. There are only two of these diamond rings in the whole country, and the most popular celebrity has the other one. The ring represents 'everlasting love', and it looks really good on you," said the sales assistant.

“I can't do my shopping here, I have to do it in Dubai city.” I spoke to Demola. “my Diamond.” I spoke excitedly. “You mean, I’m not your gold? Why Diamond?” Demola asked in curiosity. “Well, I love diamond rings and diamond is a precious jewel and goes with your name. Diamond, I believe means, not comparable. It is a gemstone that sparkles. And you, my love, is my Diamond. Happy now?” he started humming: do re mi fa so la ti do; do ti fa so la mi re do. Shaking his head and enjoying his music. Then I knew he approved my calling him Diamond. When he was done singing, I was watching in amusement.

“So dramatic.” “Not helping,” Leo hissed. Dante shrugged. “What? He’s acting like she’s dating all three at once.” Liana opened her mouth, then paused. “…I’m not dating all three at once.” Cassian looked up slowly. “That wasn’t the denial I expected.” “I’m not!” she protested. “They’re just… around.” “Around?” Leo repeated, incredulous. “Liana, Viktor sent you a diamond choker last month — which we had to destroy, in case you forgot. Draven has been circling your business with offers. And Aiden—”

Everything here exists to be studied, not rushed. The jeweler greets Dante, then acknowledges me with careful restraint. “What are you looking for today?” he asks. Dante’s eyes remain on me. “Something that belongs.” The jeweler steps aside. Diamonds rest on dark velvet, each one spaced deliberately and beautiful Dante reaches into a case himself and lifts a necklace. A single diamond, Clean cut and Weighty. “This,” he says. The jeweler retreats. Dante turns to me. “Turn around.” I do.

I wanted to get out of this place immediately, and I had to ask him for that. “I'm sorry. Release me, please!” “We'll see if Godiva will agree to it.” “Who are you, and what is Godiva's relationship with you?” “I, Pollux Melucci, am the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, and Godiva is my Luna. You only need to know that because if you ever bother Godiva again, that will be the last name you hear.”

Pulling out a small box, I instantly knew what it was. My breath caught as my hands gently took the necklace box. As my hands shook as the box opened revealing the most beautiful diamond choker. A single strand of circular stones that wrapped around with a strand of diamonds that went down to where my cleavage would be. The last diamond was a teardrop shape that was at least three karats. “Oh… my… god…” I was speechless and those were the only words that would come out. “Do you like it?” Waylon asked.

Liam cleared his throat and turned the screen "Her name is Skyler Stander, word is she's a countess, bitten by the legendary Vlad Dracul himself back in the day" "That makes her what? The queen of England? The empress of Japan? What makes her special?" "She carries the same pro's and con's Vlad has, he made her into his image..." Liam gave Danté a smirk "She can't even die, maybe you should give this babe a slip Exavier" "You do refunds?" Danté asked squinting at him. "No" Liam said chuckling.

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.”