Diamonds Singer Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I said gripping his arm, “Don’t.” “Relax,” Dominique said with a kiss on my cheek, “Just let me give you a small gift, ok?” The woman standing before us looked at me with surprised. “Excuse me, Mr. Montiel,” the woman said, “Diamonds?” “Is there a problem?” Dominique said, turning serious. “Um, none,” the woman said and excused herself. “You know where amazing,” Dominique said with a smile as we took a seat, “Didn’t know you had experience.”

“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.

He will recover eventually, living with pain from the accident probably the rest of his life. “What is this?” Jynx asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. We left the hospital a few minutes ago and are now headed home. I’m driving my car while Jynx is playing with the two knives she so sneakily put in her combat boots before we left the house. “The music?” I ask in confusion. “Yeah.” “That’s Michael Jackson’s, Smooth Criminal.” I give her a sideways glance. “Do you like it?” Jynx nods. “It doesn’t make me want to stab anyone.”

I could see a mixture of surprise and envy in her eyes. "Whitney, are your earrings and necklace real diamonds?" she asked as she stared intently at the jewelry. "Yes, they are," I replied. "Wow...they must have cost a fortune," she said. "Yes, they are very expensive. Real diamonds are quite expensive," I said. She was silent for some seconds as her eyes swept over me. She let out a gasp as she noticed my designer dress and shoes. "Oh, m goodness! You look super rich! Everything you are putting on looks quite expensive. I can't believe you are the same Whitney I knew in Montgomery. Please, be honest with me, are the things you are putting on yours?" she asked with curiosity.

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

She couldn't take off the necklace; it looked like the thread of her dress was stuck in the clasp. But when she heard her room door open, she quickly turned to see who it was. Savannah called out for Marina, hoping for assistance in removing the necklace, straining to see the clasp behind her neck in the mirror. But when she heard the voice that responded, it wasn't Marina. She quickly realized who it was as they made eye contact through the reflection. "It's me." (Sht!) Savannah's heart started beating fast. She swallowed hard upon hearing Ace's voice. Again, he didn't address her as "Ma'am" this time, speaking to her in a casual manner.

“Some things are better left unsaid. You’ll thank me for it one day.” Sky bit her lip, nodding reluctantly. But even as she fell silent, her thoughts churned. What are you hiding, Xavier? And why does it feel like your secrets could destroy me? ***** “This pair,” the tall jewelry attendant began, holding them up for Sky to see, “is crafted with the rarest diamonds from Botswana. Each stone has been meticulously cut to perfection by our finest artisans. The clarity, the color, the cut—it’s unparalleled.”

she asked, nodding toward the box. “A gift,” Adrian replied, offering it to her. “From Mr. Cross.” Curiosity stirred as she lifted the lid. Inside lay a necklace of white diamonds, delicate yet dazzling, each stone catching the light like drops of ice. Her breath caught. “It’s beautiful.” Adrian hesitated before speaking again. “If I may… Damian doesn’t give gifts lightly. Whatever he says, this means something.” Elena blinked, startled by the implication. “Do you believe that, Adrian? That he’s capable of meaning anything beyond business?”

It was a headline that I never thought I'd see: "Celebrity Jewelry Retailer, Bella Davis Accused of Selling Fake Diamonds." My heart plummeted as I read further. The article claimed that a certain customer, none other than Jasmine, had purchased diamonds from my shop and found them to be counterfeit. According to her, she'd used diamond testers and discovered that the stones were fake. She went on to accuse me of fraud and claimed that I was scamming innocent people.

The seller had his back turned, he looked at me over his shoulder when my shadow moved into view. “Now what can a fine young lady like you be needing?” He asked in a croaky voice. There was an ugly scar that ran down his left eye and wondered how deep the injury must have been for it to not have healed without a scar. “Ummm…” I cleared my voice, trying to make it sound deeper than it actually was. “I want to pass some diamonds…” He looked skeptic, probably wondering where a peasant could have gotten diamonds from. “Coloured?” “No, pure!” I said sharply, hoping this bargain could be over quicker.