Garnet Pearls Novels & Stories

I glare at him and place the earrings in as my mum fastens the pendant around my neck and fastens it. "I think I should make you aware of what you are wearing. The earrings are blue sapphires, Heirloom quality, Demi, approximately ten carats, and the diamonds on them, approximately four carats." "Okay, enough. Don't appraise the jewellery he got me, please!" I beg, and he stares at me. "Don't turn it into work!" That's exactly what he's doing. "Do you realise that the pendant is Tanzanite?" He looks at me. "Approx nineteen, twenty carats alone, not including diamonds. What does he do for work again?"

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

A thin cotton dress was layered beneath a thick cloak tied with an emerald ribbon, and golden jewelry adorned her hair and neck. The weight of the opulent adornments made her feel out of place—like a maid masquerading as a queen. After Rhyzar’s revelation, she couldn’t shake the thought that all the gilded surfaces around her might actually be real gold. The statues in the hallways, though suspiciously similar, seemed too fantastical to believe. Still, she eyed them warily as Gelda led her to the large room where she had first reunited with Rhyzar.

Karen, who had been watching the worksheet on her tablet screen, while occasionally shaking her head in wonder at Celine's childlike behavior, could only say, "Don't you have a similar bracelet? I remember you got it from Mr. Johansen at the banquet one year ago." Celine spluttered. "Don't you remind me of that old man with many wants." But then, Celine smiled cheerfully. "You know, the most expensive quality pearls in the world come from the South Sea? They pay attention to every detail of the Pearl making process which takes quite a long time. Once they have enough and know when the harvest is best, the pearls are selected in various qualities. And only a few achieve the best quality. Incl

She disappeared into the back and returned moments later with a deep red jewelry box, placing it carefully in front of me. “It is a red garnet necklace. The only one of its kind,” she explained, smiling as I opened it. The dark crimson pendant caught my eye immediately. I reached out, tracing it lightly with my finger. “Thank you.” “The pleasure is mine,” she said with a polite smile before stepping away. Maurice leaned in, studying it. “It’s beautiful.” I closed the box slowly, my fingers still resting on the edge. For a second, I saw it against Rhea’s throat—how the garnet would catch the sun.

Scattered amongst the pearls were piles of valuable beads, jade artifacts, gold, and all sorts of gemstones. All these treasures shone brightly from the glow of the pearls. Now that Xyla was here in person, she was even more mesmerized by the display than when she saw it using her penetrating vision. Xyla excitedly picked up her phone and took several photos. Afterwards, she swiftly picked up a pearl necklace within reach, examining it. The pearls on the necklace were of the highest standard, worth multiple times the value of those commonly found. Soon after, Xyla picked up various gemstones of different colors, a gorgeous mix of rubies, sapphires, and topaz, all of the highest quality as we

There are pearls everywhere, on all the neon advertisements and billboards, in all the shop windows, sewn into people’s clothing and jewelry. It’s a stark contrast from Asterion, where pearls are rarely seen and fetch such high prices because they are banned from modern production. The only people who own them can either afford antiques created before the ban was instated, traveled outside the territory to procure them, or got them from some black market vender like the ones to whom I sell. Here people are drowning in them, and still they want more.

That's all the lords respect, and that's all they need to keep the rest of us in thrall. ____________ Do you like the show, Lady Marin? - a croaks voice behind me. I look back with nerves on edge. What I see doesn't calm me down one bit. Lady Sterling's figure is chilling. It takes all my good manners to not let my jaw drop in front of her. She must be in her mid-fifties, close to my mother's age, but her skin is incredibly tight over her bones. Her eyebrows seem to be fixed in a state of constant shock, arched into her drawn forehead. Everything is wrong about her: from the very swollen lips to the closed and artificial curve of her nose. Only your gray blue eyes show naturalness. The rest

Nate sneered, making his two friends laugh. “So he gave his wife a garnet-eyed necklace?” the curly-haired man, Christian, asks. “How embarrassing,” Arnold added. “For people like us, it’s a shame, but for a ruffian like him, garnet is amazing,” Nate added, followed by the laughter of his two friends, confirming his opinion. What Nate said was true, garnets never cost more than a hundred dollars. Of course, for socialites, garnet jewellery has no prestigious value. “No wonder his wife was your lover, Miss Windsor, who is exquisite. It does not deserve to wear the jewellery given by this loser,” Arnold added.