May Emerald Pokemon Novels & Stories

Chapter 74 Kade A tingling sensation settled in the pit of my stomach, stirring the sleeping butterflies in my belly as I played with the chain of the Emerald locket necklace that got tangled in my large fingers. Emerald. It reminded me of someone special. And her special features. Esmeralda's rare emerald green eyes.

I slowly pull the ribbon apart and lift open the lid to the box. It's a pair of teardrop shaped emerald earrings; they're incredibly dainty and yet they look so gorgeous. I audibly gasp as soon as I lay eyes on them, they are just amazing. "They call Seattle 'The Emerald City', not because they get emeralds there but because it's green all year round. I just thought I would get you something to let you know I was thinking about you" The last part of his statement makes my heart melt, a face splitting grin spreads across my face and I can't help it. He could have gotten me a bobble head and it probably would have gotten the same reaction from me just as long as he said that along with it.

“Let me show you something.” I leaned closer as a worker handed him a small stone. “What is it?” I asked, peering at it. “Emerald,” Elliot said, holding it up to the light. “Unpolished though. Kind of hard to believe this turns into something worth thousands, huh?” I reached out hesitantly. “Can I…?” “Go for it,” he said, passing it to me. “This is… beautiful,” I said, almost in a whisper. The worker approached us, holding something wrapped in cloth. “For you,”

The gemstones, carefully designed into exquisite cuts and shapes, glimmered like captured fragments of nature's most vibrant hues. At the center of the necklace, a large emerald pendant adorned with intricate engravings caught her attention. The stone, shaped like a big wolfberry, possessed a mesmerizing depth that seemed to draw in the surrounding light. Its rich green hues, ranging from the vibrant shades of new growth to the deep tones of ancient forests, held within them the promise of growth, renewal, and the enduring strength of love.

I had been told whatever happened here stayed in here as it wasn't visible from the outside and I wanted to believe that, not that I had the time to do so. "Thank you, I didn't get your name the last time." "Emerald," I wanted to believe that was because of the color of her eyes when she explained. "My mum has this obsession with rare jewels and..." "Let me guess," I chipped in. "Emerald was what she liked the most?" "How did you know that?" "I just guessed." I shrugged when she nodded. "She was madly in love with Emeralds and when she saw my eyes, she believed that I was a sign from the heavens for her to continue her weird obsession so there goes my name."

I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.” He was right. It was perfect for Carrie. The second box held a bracelet, a delicate band of platinum interwoven with green Colombian emeralds and rose-cut diamonds. The pattern reminded me of leaves after rain, fresh and alive. Stephens had told me he had to source the emeralds through one of his oldest contacts in Bogotá. “They’re nearly flawless,” he’d said, “the kind collectors chase for years.”

A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark. It’s what we’ve been seeking to chase our victory. Indeed, they are hiding in the shadow. And now, they are out to get us. The Erebus warrior pack is out to get us.

Emerald is not only my sister she is my twin, the connection is strong between us. Emerald has the long white hair the same as our mother but the green eyes of our father. Her gift is something she struggles with, she feels everyone's emotions as if they are hers, she struggles in crowds, she also can tell if someone is lying. Aunt Red has always helped by making her blocking trinkets or potions.

Judging from this demonstration just now, I could already tell it was Emerald. Emerald is the shyest of the three dogs, and probably the most adorable; with large brown puppy eyes and huge, floppy white ears, Emerald can get any hard heart to melt like ice cream left under the sun for a few seconds. I turn around with Roy still climbing all over my bare tights and digging his sharp nails into my soft skin like he always do, before taking Emerald into my arms and delivering warm strokes unto her back and stomach.

"Shane, I need you to promise to kee my secret." "I'll take it to the grave, my lady." "Your crew?" "If they speak a word, they'll die." "Shane?" "Look, I'm sure our paths will cross agian." She went to say something else when Marvin walke throught the door. "Pardon me, captain, but it appears that The Emerald took much more significant damage than we did."