Green Gem Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The different coloured gemstones, crystals and diamonds emitted light from the shafts of shoppers around me. As I crossed the market, a tall fat man with green eyes said. "Ah! Are you a traveller and looking for gemstones? I have all kinds of them, they are newly found!" I halted and and surveyed the glimmering gemstones displayed in the stall. One stood out the most that caught my eyes, a gemstone reflecting blue and silver hues of light hanging at the back of the stall. It has a unique shape. At first glance, one may think it is oval shaped, but with closer look and inspection, it had extra dimensions, an unknown shape.

“Let me start from here, Amber Wilson, I am willing to give myself to you completely”. Liam opened the small package and brought out a tiny necklace with an emerald green pendant. He turned around Amber's back and gently fastened it on her neck. With one look into her eyes, his heart melted. The intensity of the color matches her eyes giving it a stunning glow. “It looks beautiful on you” “Green has always been one of my strengths; although everything looks good on me, I have got a great body, remember?” Amber said playfully, and they both laughed.

On top of that, they would be able to humiliate Leon and Renee. "Mister Grimston, we've only just reached 50 million! Are you giving up already? Here I thought you were that rich. How disappointing!" Leon mocked. The green jadeite before them was large and could easily be divided into nineteen plates. Since its quality was only second to the highest quality imperial green jadeite, it was far better than the previous clear jadeite. It was perfect for the Energy Convergence Circle and Leon had his eyes set on it. That was precisely why he did not hesitate to bid as he was determined to obtain it.

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Plus with the lake, he was free to stretch at night without too much worry. For years he had been hiding who he really is and he knew it would be like that for years more if he doesn’t find the Heart of Magic. A emerald green gem stone that was stolen from his kind many, many years ago. His mother heard stories from her grandpa about the great war, which neither of them were born in. She would retell them to him when ever she was allowed. He would listen intently and always prayed for more. He wanted to be the one that brought the gem home. To reclaim his world, to destroy the humans who have been good for nothing in his eyes. Even the women didn’t please him, though he had bedded so many. H

the reporter continued, her smile unwavering, even as she scanned my outfit – a custom-made emerald gown that shimmered under the spotlights. The dress, a creation of famed designer Alessandro Bianchi, clung to my curves in a way that was both elegant and alluring. The emerald hue wasn't a flat, uniform color, but rather a cascade of shimmering greens that seemed to shift and change with every movement. It started with a deep, almost jade green at the bodice, which hugged my figure with a delicate sweetheart neckline that dipped just low enough to be tasteful. Delicate straps, adorned with tiny emerald crystals that twinkled like morning dew, cascaded down my shoulders, disappearing into the

She opens it. Inside is a ring. Platinum band, clean and precise. A single oval stone, deep green. Not a diamond. An emerald, the specific dark green of something that has been growing for a long time in conditions that were not always favourable and is more itself because of it, not despite it. She looks at it for a long moment. She does not say anything immediately. "It is not a diamond," I say. "No," she says. "I did not want a diamond," I say. "A diamond is what you choose when you have not thought carefully about the specific person." I pause. "I thought carefully about the specific person."

Green came back. Gemma felt a natural curiosity to know just how much this rock on her finger was going to cost, but she knew it wasn't expected of her to stay and listen to the money side of the sale. So, she wandered over to look in some of the other cabinets, looking at the glittering necklaces inside. Once outside, Declan handed her a large square box, ignoring her questioning look. “Open it,” he ordered. She did so with trembling fingers, crying out her surprise as she saw the contents. Nestling in blue velvet was a large teardrop diamond set on the most delicately fine gold chain she had ever seen, and lying within its circle were a pair of matching earrings.

Kael wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face on my back. “A few days ago, they gave me many gems and made me choose ten.” “Do you remember what you chose?” He asked, his face still pressed against my back. I shook my head. “Not all, as I didn’t know all the gems. But among those I choose, the ones that are familiar are Sapphire, Citrine, Amethyst, Ruby, Emerald, and Garnet. All the others, I was not familiar with.” I heard him mumble, repeating the ones I told him.

Just before she left, a hotel staff member approached, holding a velvet-wrapped box. "Miss Roswell," the woman said, "Mr. Hunt left this for you. He had to leave early and didn't want to disturb you, so he asked me to deliver it on his behalf." Khloe looked down. The box was small, black sandalwood, its surface carved with intricate old-style patterns. It was heavy and finely made. Inside, nestled against black velvet, lay a ring—an imperial-green emerald, oval-cut, polished to a clear, icy sheen. The gem was framed with a thin circle of diamonds, understated yet impossibly striking.