Diamonds Poem Novels & Stories

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

Their adult males seemed powerful enough to crush his skull if they wanted to and if he would allow them to. "Andrew, how is this possible? This place is amazing. I felt like I'm in the movie. Holy crap, is that diamond? Jade?” her eyes widened. “Ruby?" Diana whispered as she pointed to the ceiling. It appeared like those diamonds and other gemstones had been the ones to give them a lighter periphery.

she asked, looking away from him. He chuckled, causing Starr to feel rumbles within, setting the dim fire within her ablaze. "I'm saying that I know that behind all these tough displays of yours, I know there is a sweet woman who people don't stay long enough to see. They simply just assume and walk away when you show them the displays."

Like Midas, she had the ability to turn all she touched into gold, but unlike Midas, hers wasn't a lifeless gold, but she commanded them further to live and develop deeper into diamonds. 'Is there any reason I should be?' She replied, walking past him to enter the room and occupy a seat in front of his vanity. He blinked, laughing at himself inwardly. Wow, Jade really made poets out of ordinary people, regardless of whether they were assholes or chauvinistic sons of bachelors. His poetry had improved. She really gave inspiration to.... 'I don't know, I should ask you.'

"We've only known each other for a few days, but I like you very much. This is a gift for you." I took the box with both hands and opened it carefully. A crown of diamonds lay on a thick velvet cloth. The diamonds are finely cut, each crystal clear, reflecting a soft light. In the middle of the crown there was a large diamond in the shape of a water drop. It was darker than the diamonds around it, but I didn't know what color it was.

I ask him, raising a questioning eyebrow. Lucifer tilts his head to the side while eyeing me and the dress. He bites his lip as if he’s recalling me wearing the dress and can’t hold in the pleasure he gets from it. “I would think, that here comes dessert.” After a moment, realization dawns on him and he frowns. “Point made.” I shake the dress for emphasis. “Dessert.” Then I gesture with my hand to the clothes I’m wearing now. “Badass.”

But I don't care because what I see in you is that you are a diamond that should be treasured forever. Everything is seen as just a shiny glitters but I see you a gem. A gem that I will keep, but how can you be mine if you like someone who is rich? How about me who is just a stupid writer without money and a lab rat of my own company. This poem I am writing is for you, I know you will laugh at me when I tell you this. So as far as I can tell, this is always my role. If god will give me a chance to be with you, I will still dream of a simple life with you. I don’t have to be rich, I just want to be like you.

The diamond is flawless, clear as water, and when the light hits it just right, it throws rainbows across the walls. "Now everyone will know you belong to me," he says, fastening the clasp behind my neck. I look at myself in the mirror. The diamond rests against my collarbone, heavy and cool and completely absurd. It is the most ridiculous thing I have ever worn but it is also the most beautiful. "I am not a piece of property, Lysander," I say, but I am smiling. He wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his chin on my shoulder. His gray eyes meet mine in the mirror, and he is grinning, that boyish grin that makes him look so much younger than he is.

he said teasingly, “you will not tell me that diamonds remind you of a former pet? That they possibly have a soul?” She looked down at the floor. “No,” she whispered. “A diamond is just a cold, heartless stone.” Andrei frowned. She suddenly seemed to recall she was speaking to the CEO of Andreevich Mining, one of the largest diamond producers in the world. Flashing him a wry smile, she amended, “But they are pretty. I’ll give you that.” “So you’ll let me buy you something.” “Don’t you have a closetful of diamonds back home? I’m surprised you don’t use them like rocks to decorate your garden.”

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th