Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

she sneered while looking down on me. Honestly, those words made me a little insecure, but I tried to look calm as I took a glass of wine from a butler who approached me. I shook the glass as I said, "I remember of words I once read ..." "..." "... a diamond will always be a diamond even in mud, but a shit will always be a shit even when adorned with luxury ..." After saying that, I saw Olivia's expression change. Her face was more tense than before, and I even saw that her grip on her glass seemed to tighten.

"Two stones, born by different members, one was silver and the other was diamond. The silver got jealous of the diamond and it made different plots to spoil the diamond, it managed to do that and the diamond began loosing its shine while the silver just stared happy cause its plan worked. The diamond so livid with anger at the silver decided to revenge forgetting that even with its little shine it was still more valuable than that piece of silver. So the diamond with its hard surface while the silver slept started crushing the silver destroying it to pieces, but before the silver died it said.. * I only did what I did to reduce your shine, not to end you, you're still more valuable than I, a

She says, taking a tentative step toward my cave. “Damn Tana. When you said you had money, I didn’t think it meant that you had millions of dollars in jewels sitting in a cave rotting away.” Ishir says, coming awake and seeing my cave twinkling in the sunlight in various shades of red, green, blue and of course, the diamonds split the sunlight into a rainbow of colors. “They’re not rotting.” I say, walking in and running my fingers over my jewels, my possessions. They sing to me, and I feel their energy through my touch.

My heart flutters,seeing diamond rings, around a black velevt cushion, I always had this dream that my lover will gift me a diamond ring, but not like this, it’s ironic how we wish for things to happens, but they always happen in their own way. What’s the point of planning out, the future when nothing is ever in our control? “Do you like any of these?” he says snapping me out of my thoughts, ofcourse they are stunning some are sqaures , others are teardrops, emeralds. “Pick one.” he says demandingly, and I know if I dont pick he will pick for me.

This was indeed a unique way of doing it. She lowered her gaze, placing each jar to the side, and calmly said, "Thank you, Mr. Wordsworth. I really like them." It was blocking her view of the book. "Is that it?" Reginald's eyes grew colder as he took the jar filled with diamonds and pressed it back onto her book. "These aren't glass beads. These are over a dozen of the most expensive colored diamonds in the world, each one invaluable." He had taken out all the diamonds his mother had collected over the years.

"Well Lydia , if you ever feel like me, If you ever feel afraid or worthless, there is a chant my people say." "What is that?" I inquired. "It goes like this." Alaska began. "For eyes of diamonds were forever and coupled with a heart of glass, love is eternal. I promise it helps."

" I opened the box. Inside lay a diamond necklace so brilliant it almost hurt to look at. Each main stone was the size of my thumb, throwing off shards of light. One glance was enough to know it was worth a fortune. When I lifted it out, the maids in the courtyard began murmuring in admiration. Luca grinned. "That's not all. He also sent a whole batch of gemstones. It's already in storage." I looked at the necklace, and for the first time in days, a small warmth stirred in my chest. I had not expected Matteo to know I liked diamonds. It was a small preference I had never shared. I smiled. "I'll contact him myself later." Demira's voice cut through the courtyard without warning, tearing the m

Gazing at the glittering hair ornaments, she marveled, "Such intricate craftsmanship in the glass!" The stylist gently corrected her, "My dear Miss Lola, those are diamonds, not glass." Lola, puzzled, attempted to pry one loose but failed, asking curiously, "Diamonds? Are they expensive?" The stylist replied softly, "It depends on the type. If we consider the diamonds on this necklace you're wearing, I would need to save for five years just to purchase one." Lola grasped the words, realizing that the value equated to a lifetime supply of roast suckling pig. She immediately ceased her prying, tenderly caressing the diamonds as if they were the crispy, delectable her favorite Roast Suckling Pi

and most broken. --- A Few Days Later – Evelyn’s Diamond Gallery White lights illuminated every corner of the exhibit room, casting shimmering reflections from the diamond displays like falling stars. Evelyn stood in front of one of her newest pieces: a fractured and mended diamond, titled “Forgiveness.” Footsteps echoed from the entrance. William. This time, there was no hesitation. He came not to claim, but to support. “This gallery… it reflects your heart,” he said, stepping closer to the piece. “Broken… but still shining.”

“Pretty Lady, I came out in a hurry and didn’t get to buy you flowers, but I grabbed a handful of small sparkly stones for you from the safe.” With that, he stretched out his chubby little hand and put the said sparkly stones on the table in front of Nicole. Nicole was dumbfounded for a moment. Lil Michael actually brought a handful of diamonds. They were all uncut big diamonds that were clearly very expensive! Even in the dim light, the diamond glimmered shockingly brightly as it refracted the surrounding starlight. It had a faint glow. Lil Michael rubbed his hands excitedly and beamed at his pretty lady.