Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

AYRA’S POV: “Sir is here.” Maid informed me as I was wearing my earrings that he gave me. Best way to tell him that yes, I am the gold-digger who liked diamonds. I think all women do but it’s based on the list of priority. Do your priority is diamonds over your peace? No. Do you like diamonds? Yes. That’s simple but still some people judge those women who even likes to wear heavy jewelry and branded stuff. It’s their way to loosen up the jealousy building inside them constricting their lungs snatching their availability to breathe properly.

I take the diamond out of my pocket, clutching it in my hand. The mist snakes over my feet in long, gray tendrils, roping up my legs as if it’s climbing me, searching me for– I hold out my hand on impulse, unfurling my fingers so the diamond can glint in the moonlight showering down on the clearing. Mist ropes over and around my arms, trailing down to my wrist until it pools in the palm of my hand and shimmers into bright light. The light spreads through the mist, illuminating what would have been a great temple at one point in time. Marble pillars covered in dying stands of ivy flash into full color for the space of a breath as the diamond’s power travels outwards.

I've been their entertainment since I was old enough to wear heels. People fear my father. People fear my fiancé's family. People fear the guards flanking every exit. You'd think I, the girl standing alone in the middle of it all, was a precious diamond. And I am. The kind was put up for auction. The kind with a price tag. The kind that shines bright enough to decorate someone else's neck. I am a diamond. A shiny, expensive, useless rock that people like to stare at. At least diamonds don't have to smile on command.

•|•|• Who is most dear to you? Tell me pup, are they more precious than diamonds, of far more worth than gold? Would you give everything? For is that not what they are— Everything? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] Silence lingers between us. I go so still that one would mistake this moment for a painting brought to life. My heart hammers within me as fast as a drum, taken aback by the dead look in his eye.

Third Person's POV Adelaide smiled and said, "It's just a few pink diamonds. I could gift them all to you. What's there to be angry about? But these diamonds are quite valuable. If they fall into someone else's hands, wouldn't that give her a bargain? We can't let her have that advantage."

My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that caught the light and shimmered like a star. "Wow," I breathed, momentarily mesmerized by the stone’s brilliance. "It’s… beautiful. Is that… five carats?" Adrian grinned, clearly amused by my reaction. "Seven, actually." "Seven?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes were glued to the ring, taking in every facet of the perfectly cut diamond. It was massive, elegant, and almost surreal in its beauty. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a statement, a symbol, something that spoke volumes without a single word.

Intentional. The diamonds caught the light with every small movement, scattering soft reflections across the room like tiny fireworks. They danced across the walls, the ceiling, creating magic from simple motion. My shoulders looked straighter. My posture different. Like the dress demanded it. Like wearing something this beautiful required me to rise to meet it. "Say something," Lexi said from behind me, her voice gentle. "I—" Nothing came out. Because I didn't have the words. Because everything I could say felt inadequate, too small for what I was feeling. She smiled slightly, understanding written across her face.

He drags the diamonds over my clit, making it impossible to form words. It didn’t escape my notice that he said we’re taking, which I guess is correct. I’m choosing to walk out of this house with him while wearing a shit ton of stolen jewelry, and apparently, some of that will be shoved up my pussy. I’m surprised by how much I like the idea. As if being on my hands and knees and about to get ass fucked by a thief at the function my parents dragged me to wasn’t naughty enough, now it’s going to happen with half a million dollars worth of diamonds in my cunt. All those ridiculously expensive jewels being covered in our cum and I’m guessing a tiny bit of blood from how sore my poor pussy still

The daughter of a prostitute "But there's one thing they all seem to forget: A diamond is just like an ordinary stone; it just needs a polisher to gloss it and tell its worth." He said this, leaning his back slightly on his seat. My eyes were delighted. No one has said these words to me. I felt the urge for him to hug me and console me. Who was he? How come he knows me too well? "Life couldn't have treated you any better. Just by giving you the name Diamond, I knew for sure you weren’t going to end soon. You’re a diamond. You just need the lucky one to shine you into effulgence. That lucky one is right beside you," he said, and my eyes twitched.

I will never let myself fall into such an expensive ornament, I am nothing but dust in this world yet I strive for value. "Don't yearn for it, your highness. A diamond cannot dwell with such a simple rock like me, you are fated to be with a dazzling gem…" I uttered and smiled at him.