Diamonds Are Forever Novel Novels & Stories

Finally the earrings, long, dagger-shaped drops of black diamonds that brushed my bare shoulders when I moved. I slid them in. The woman in the mirror tilted her head. The diamonds flashed like warning shots. Perfect and ready to walk into that party and watch Neven realize exactly what he lost. Ready for Caesar to decide perfection had lasted long enough and dragged me into the dark to ruin it all over again. “Yes,” Xandra whispered, reverent. “This is the one.” I drew one slow breath, tasting the red on my lips and felt something ancient and vicious uncoil inside my chest.

Mia's tears and desperation shattered Nicolas internally. "No," Nicolas couldn't let the love of his life go, not now that she was his. Things were clear for Mia. She was no longer the Brown family's treasure; now she was a prisoner of the Lenox family. She had nowhere to go because she couldn't communicate with anyone. She was a prisoner in her own world.

" My beloved flower, from the very first day I set my eyes on you, I lost my mind to you, I think of you when I'm eating, you are always by my side when I'm sleeping, even in the toilet you are always there, my love for you is like a Lion's love for meat, you are the air I breathe the sugar in my bee, no, the honey in my bee, you are my forever, I love you and will always...." " Stop!!" I yelled cutting her off but she continued immediately. " Always, always always and always love you,my life without you is like fish without water, please marry me and I will make you my demoness, we will only have five kids, no three kids, I promise they will all look like you my love. From your love Satan."

"Of course, that has always been the plan," "I love you, forever, Mrs. Katherine Salvador," "I love you more, my husband, my everything," He opened his arms and I got in without hesitating, loving how perfect my life is now and knowing it would be like this for a long, long, time. The End

My head was down, scraping the brush against the dustpan, when I saw it. It wasn't glittering like glass. It was heavy, dark gold, catching the light in a muted, ancient way. Nestled right beside the base of the fig tree, half-hidden beneath a stray leaf, was a ring. My hand shot out, snatching it up before I could think. It was heavy, solid, and cold , a man's ring, thick and old. It wasn't flashy; it was subtly engraved with a seal, a stylized 'G' that looked almost like a coiled serpent. It was clearly antique, the kind of ring that had been passed down through generations, steeped in history and, likely, sin.

Sleep hadn’t come easily, and when it did, it brought me dreams of gold rings slipping off fingers and laughter turning into whispers. My phone was still buzzing. Calls. Messages. Notifications. Headlines. I had stopped looking at them. Instead, I stared at my kitchen table where a single wedding magazine lay face down. I didn’t even remember putting it there. Damien’s smile was on the cover, his arm around my waist, the headline screaming out: “THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR.” Not anymore. A knock echoed through the apartment. Not a frantic one this time. Slow. Steady. Someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

She shuddered a little at his gaze but tried to hide it. "Alright enough, I just want you to answer these questions and I will leave you alone."she spoke stifly as she opened her notebook again. Dominique stared at her quietly, a glint of amusement and intrigue shone in his eyes. The woman before him had bloomed into a more beautiful and alluring woman from three years ago. The memory of her rejecting him before he even spoke was still fresh in his head. She had captured his attention from that day, she who he hated and didn't care a dime about because her presence had meant that pesky giant of her father bothering him ever time to come see his daughter who loved him. She had suddenly become

My thoughts were louder than any words I could have said. She is stunningly beautiful. Too beautiful. I hated that I had noticed. The ring was then slid onto her finger and mine. Cold metal. A prison disguised as a promise. The ceremony has come to an end. But then there was commotion. "This must be a joke." My stomach clenched before I even turned. Claire. She stormed in, draped in red silk, her high heels clicking like gunshots on the floor. Her expression conveyed thunderous rage, betrayal, and desperation. A storm that was always difficult to contain.

"You’re a gorgeous woman, you seem well-raised, and you’re a doctor in New York. I’m sure that Daniel guy waiting for you in the States is just as gorgeous. So why do you sound so jaded about love and forever?" She laughed. "I’m not bitter, Nelly. I just lean on what’s real." She took another sip and added, "There are people who are madly in love today, convinced they’ll be together forever... only to break up the next day over some silly fight. Nothing in life is certain, Nelly. There is no such thing as forever. Even diamonds lose their shine over time."

Her necklace was shaped like a key, while mine was a lock. Back when I set everything aside and followed Andrew to this unfamiliar city, he had these couple necklaces custom-made. He made me promise that only he would have the key to my heart and vowed to wear the necklace forever, just like how he'd love me forever. But now, that same necklace was on another woman. Nothing could get more ironic than that. I took mine off and handed it to Selena. "Well, mine's yours now. Looks like they do belong together." …