Kunzite Sailor Venus 소설 & 이야기

"Focus on the show. This is classic art." Isolde froze, not expecting to be scolded by the man who spent millions on her. A trace of malice flashed in her eyes, but she quickly replaced it with a look of grievance. "I was just worried you were tired... Since you like it, I'll stay with you." After the opera, to make up for the slight earlier, Caspian took Isolde to Sotheby’s autumn jewelry auction. The finale lot of the night was a top-grade pink diamond weighing 12 carats, named "The Tear of Venus."

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

This did Zack an injustice because the water slapped him in the face each time he tried to grab her. I shifted my eyes to Zurvaine. “Send her back.” The mer-prince and his people still lingered, though they were a bit further away. Zurvaine watched Venus intently, his face unreadable. He glanced at me briefly before fixing his shamrock green eyes on her again. Something passed in them that I couldn’t recognize. I thought he was helping when the waves parted, and Zack reached Venus, but just as he stretched out a hand to grab Venus’ shirt, a turbulent surf rose and bullied him backwards.

Zaire aloofly strode out of the private room at a fast pace. The stunned assistant, Onyx, immediately stood up and followed Zaire, still wondering what happened. “Zaire. Zaire.” Venus suddenly called behind Zaire in a sweet voice, her heels clinking softly against the floor. Venus was dressed in a yellow dress that fell above her knees, exposing her pale and beautiful thighs. Her long, wavy hair fell to her back, giving her a pure and innocent goddess-type look. Upon hearing Venus' call, Zaire's expression turned cold, and his brows furrowed in gloom.

Or maybe he had more to hide than I did. I handed the bottle back to him without meeting his eyes, but the Goddess had other plans for us. My fingers brushed his as he collected the bottle, and I felt a spark of desire move through my body from that single point of contact. Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate.

While they hold value and are widely acknowledged throughout the cities, their purchasing power is relatively lower compared to other categories of Seastones. Earthseastones are a rarer and more valuable category of Seastones. They possess unique characteristics that set them apart from ordinary Seastones. These gemstones exhibit a rich, deep green color and feature intricate patterns resembling land formations or ancient symbols. This type of Seastones; Earthstones, are highly sought after for their rarity and aesthetic appeal. They can be spent on higher-end luxury items, fine art, sophisticated craftsmanship, and exclusive services such as private tutoring from sages, specialized training

“Mr. Rousseau asked me to give you this.” She opens the box and my mouth drops open. Behind me, Chiara lets out a loud gasp. “Is that what I think it is?” “Yes,” Christina beams. “This is the Tide of Venus diamond set. A one-of-one, forty-carat, custom high jewelry set commissioned specially for Mr. Rousseau’s gorgeous fiancée.” And it’s simply breathtaking. The necklace is made of a rare fancy pink pear-cut diamond, surrounded by flowing white diamonds shaped like moving water.

She could never leave my sight, any fall was a soft one, and what she found here she could keep. The windowsills and shelves of her room were lined with her treasures: dried pieces of coral, all sizes and shapes of shells, sea glass, and ice-cream-colored rocks. Today there is heavy rain, and after last night the beach doesn’t seem very safe. I pad down the hallway and slip into her room. I can see the crown of her head and the subtle rise and fall of the blankets. I try for stealth, just in case she is still asleep after all. I won’t wake her if she is. But as I draw close, she pulls the covers away and jumps up.

One of them was incredibly cold, and icy mist could be seen rising from them. “Deep sea northern star pearls, blue mermaid heart blood, lucidity transcendence ice crystals, five hundred years old ice sea crystals thirty in number, pure koi fish oil.” With each strange treasure that was announced, people gasped and clapped. Even I was shocked, my heart was beating erratically and I barely managed to control myself to avoid rushing to grab them and expose my ignorance. “Thanks for your generosity, extend my regards to the mermaid king.” She smiled at him and nodded gracefully.

"What made you think you could come in here like this?" Gistla's hand tightened again. "Try to understand," George said. "Gistla—" "What's going on?" his sister interrupted. "Gistla, or whatever her name is," Mr. Kenington said, "has brought a friend of hers, another Venusian." He said the word, Venusian, as though it were a curse or a filthy word. "My God," said his sister, squinting at them. Mrs. Kenington leaned over in her chair, peering. "Tell them not to come into the patio, Harry," she said to her husband.