Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds Novels & Stories

Silver explained as he saw the murderous glint in Rogue’s eyes directed at Skyla who was smirking besides him. “Easy for you to say.” Rogue muttered under his breath and pulled a chair out for Lucifer then sat down. The couples introduced their women to one another and soon after, the date was in full swing. They ordered high quality drinks and drank till their hearts content. Morris and his girlfriend, Allison along with Silver didn’t have the resilience to alcohol as the other three. Before they knew it, they were tipsy speaking nonsensical nonsense, well Silver for being the loud mouth. “I’m going to the restroom ill be right back.” Rogue informed Lucifer and stood up walking to the rest

A golden hairpin, vintage, shaped like a phoenix. Real diamonds. Real ruby flames. Delicate. Elegant. Timeless. A symbol of rebirth. A symbol of rising. And for one second… only one… I stare. My lips part just slightly… Then I look away quickly. Too late. “That’s it,” Alpha Lucien murmurs. He raises his paddle. “Twenty million.” The hall gasps. A man counters. “Twenty point five!” Alpha Lucien leans back… one hand still on my thigh… fingers drawing slow, lazy circles.

The wine was unexpectedly smooth while also being delightfully effervescent as it danced across my tongue, leaving behind a fruity aftertaste of quince and spring plum. It was one of the most delicious wines I’d ever tasted. Hearing my small hum of approval, Tex’s perpetual grin widened. “I’m glad you like it. It’s really hard to get that particular vintage. It looks like the chef pulled from his private stock.” I took a look at the bottle. It was a 2013 special reserve Goût de Diamants Champagne. This bottle was easily worth $2 million dollars. It would be cheaper to drink liquid gold. And the chef just uncorked a bottle, for free, for a casual lunch?

Eva picked them up, marveling at their craftsmanship. "These are exquisite," she murmured, turning to the sales associate. "Is this a red diamond?" "Yes, ma’am," the woman confirmed. "Each stone is valued at over thirty million dollars per carat. The design is handcrafted by our in-house designer. The surrounding crystals are black opals, enhancing the diamond’s fiery hue." Eva’s eyes lit up. These cufflinks suited Damien perfectly—far better than the ones she had argued over earlier. "I’ll take them. Please wrap them up," she said, her voice carrying an air of satisfaction.

He replied sarcastically, walking towards the sofa set and getting comfortable. “Here.” Atarah threw a brown pouch on his lap, intending to harm the prince, but unfortunately, Dragomir had fast reflexes. “Did you count them?” he asked, checking the content inside. Atarah raised her eyebrow at him, silently saying: how dare you question my math? But Dragomir didn’t believe her. He still spilled out the content on the marble coffee table and started counting. The big chunks of diamonds twinkled like stars against the black surface.

I yell and struggle under him. He lifts himself but only enough to hover and glare at me, “You are in no position to make demands right now,” he seethes through his teeth. A pause, how do you respond to something like that in a way that won’t lead to you losing your life? I suddenly give him the brightest smile I can muster, “Red looks good on you Parks,” I reach out and touch his ears, “All we need now is smoke coming out of this and you will be perfect.”

Crossing the room, he made his way to the dwindling fire, and threw a few logs upon it. "I see you've found the infamous Red Aurora," replied Richard by way of an answer, holding up a sparkling blue gem of immense proportions up to the firelight. "It found its way to us in the gullet of a goose," replied Edward, and took up the dusty decanter from its dark corner of the room. "Whisky, Sonjica?" "Don't mind if I do," Sonjica agreed, removing his hat to the hat-rack.

I said stupidly and when I realized it, I can’t take back my words anymore. “That woman is just my servant,” he explained even though he doesn’t need to do it. “I… I don’t like you and please take your money from the club that you pay for the dance I did last night, it was a flop show so I can’t take the money.” “That’s not a payment for your dance. It’s a payment for the chance you gave me to talk to you,” he said huskily and I don’t know why I felt I am getting weak with his gazes.

The air inside the ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and vintage champagne, and the sound of a string quartet playing in the corner almost drowned out the low murmur of dozens of people who turned to stare at us because they clearly thought we had been vaporized in the Berlin explosion. "Keep your chin up and don't let them see you blinking at the lights, because we are the ghosts that everyone invited and we need to act like we own every single one of these marble tiles," Lucien whispered into my ear as he adjusted his cuff links, and I could tell his shoulder was bothering him by the way he held his arm, but his face was a mask of perfect, icy calm.

They opted for grilled lobster with all the sides and Krista asked for champagne. "I heard you mention it earlier, so I had some bottles put in your refrigerator," Mahana said, smiling. "There is Moët & Chandon, Perrier Jouet, and Roederer Cristal, each in brut or rosé. I also made sure that there was plenty of Perrier sparkling water and also Fiji water if you prefer flat water. I added a few bottles of wine that the chef assures me that you will like if you like the sauvignon blanc from New Zealand." "Your efficiency is almost scary, Mahana. Let's try the Roederer," Krista said, "but not the rosé. That might be nice later after a swim."