Jeweler Apprentice Novels & Stories

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

Katie felt so worn out that she forgot she was on her way to the shower. Barbara stood there with her arms folded. " Expecting someone else are we?" She said with enough hate to melt paint. "Listen pet I don't think I made myself clear. Everyone here knows Sami is mine and they have the sense to stay out my way. You stand no chance of getting an apprenticeship here. Let alone someone like Sami. Let me spell it out. You are a cominer. The rest of us are descended from Royalty. Lords, Ladies and even a Princess...MY Princess." With that she walked off, satisfied that this time she had been heard.

he said, his voice teasing as we walked inside the shop. I bit my lip, feeling a little nervous but still hopeful. We walked to a workstation where the instructor, a bright, cheerful man in his late twenties, greeted us with enthusiasm. "Hey there!" he said, rubbing his hands together. "Welcome to the jewelry workshop! Are you two ready to get your hands dirty?" I grinned, nodding eagerly. "Definitely. I’m so excited to make something. I think we’ll start with pendants, right, Blaze?" Blaze gave me a side glance, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, whatever you want. But I’m letting you take the lead.”

The jeweler had only managed to locate a tiny piece, far too small for the ring unless it was altered. When I arrived at the small shop tucked into a side alley of the mall, I pushed the door open and the bell jingled. Dion, the jeweler, was slouched over his laptop, glasses perched on his nose. He looked up with a sigh, removing them and setting them on the display case. “Any luck, Dion?” I asked as I approached the counter. He smirked. “Your son just had to choose Serendibite,” he said, shaking his head and running a hand through his gelled hair. His tattooed arms folded across his chest, giving him more the appearance of a biker than a jeweler.

Capel suddenly inquired about my profession. As soon as she mentioned my occupation, all my apprehension and unease disappeared from my heart, and my voice unintentionally became more confident. "I'm a jewelry designer." I answered truthfully. I studied at the University of the Arts London, majoring in visual arts. Of course, this wasn't my first passion. I once dreamt of becoming a world-renowned ballet dancer. But for Damon's sake, I gave up on that dream. When his family business faced a crisis, I used my skills and expertise to help Damon's Jewels weather the storm in the market.

His laugh was warm, effortless, carrying none of the panic Kayla felt coiling in her stomach like a live wire. "Little man, you’ve been listening to too many of your grandma’s stories about family heirlooms," he said, his voice carrying easily across the table. "I design jewelry as a hobby—made that one years ago for a friend who lost his original wedding band in a fishing accident. When Jordan mentioned he’d misplaced his, I offered to have it recreated for him. Your mommy’s just trying it on to make sure the size is right before I have the final engraving done."

And just like that, he walked away slamming the door behind him like I meant nothing. That was Kage. Loyal… until emotions got involved. “Focus,” I whispered to myself, pulling my attention back to the present. The diamond sat inside a glass case at the center of the room, glowing under the spotlight like it was begging to be stolen. Too easy. I slipped through the crowd, timing my movements perfectly. No one noticed when I pulled out my glass cutter. No one ever did. A clean circle. Precise. Silent. I disabled the alarm, my fingers moving like second nature. Years of experience. Years of survival.

Her plan would be ruined if Thomas lost his reputation. "Who says she doesn't have the qualifications?" The door opened, and a deep voice called out, "Yvonne is my student. Are you questioning my ability?" A hale and hearty old man with white hair walked into the room, instantly attracting everyone's attention. It was Duncan Porter, the world-renowned jewelry designer. His designs were highly coveted in both local and international markets and valued at billions of dollars per design! So far, he'd only ever accepted three apprentices, one of them being Yvonne's mother, Tara Miller. But when had Yvonne become his apprentice?

That is the reason Asher will constantly accompany him. Jared shook his head and grinned helplessly. "J Diamond experts?" Jared looked into the second document, his eyes loaded with interest. It's a fascinating name." J Diamond experts?" is the quickest rising jewelry plan studio lately. Their styles are a wide range of odd, and every originator in their studio has their own exceptional style. Yet, one of the most intriguing things is that the originators selected by them are the entirety of a temperance " "Really? What goodness?" Jared took a gander at Asher with interest and hung tight for him to talk.

"He wasn't right. About this or anything else concerning you." Through the mate bond, I felt her fear. Her doubt. Years of being told she wasn't enough, that her passions were worthless, that she should focus on "real" responsibilities. All of it still lingering despite everything we'd been through. A knock interrupted the moment. One of my pack's craftsmen entered—an older wolf named Joe who'd been working with metal for forty years. My mother had recommended him for consultation. "Alpha Lucas, Lady Isabella," he greeted with a respectful nod. "I heard you're setting up a jewelry workshop. Thought I'd offer some guidance on equipment needs."