Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds Novels & Stories

He flinches at my touch, his eyes filled with a million emotions. They sparkle with hope as I brush my thumb over his bottom lip. His skin is warm from the exertions of his journey, and I find myself caressing his cheek. I feel his stubble on my fingertips as I trail the back of my fingers up to the edge of his ear. And now, I’m not sure what do to. I’m not sure about anything anymore. The rogue’s gaze is locked with mine, the intensity of the moment between us is almost tangible. The moonlight dances along his skin, making him look like a god.

The lady sang and they all laughed, but Klaus was staring at me with something like pity. He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell the blonde’s perfume on his clothes. “Look, Margaux, don’t take this personal. It was all fun and I know you enjoyed everything too, so why don’t we just… let it be, huh? Move on from it without being dramatic?” He’s gotta be joking. “You know what? I’ll give you fifty percent of the money for your time and the pleasure. I know your family would need it and it should be enough to make it up to you.”

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

Some called my name. “Elara!” “Is the wedding still on?” “Are you and Damien okay?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t even flinch. I just smiled — the kind of smile my mother had taught me years ago, the one that showed nothing and everything at the same time. Inside, the ballroom was warm and elegant, full of expensive laughter and perfume that cost more than rent. Crystal chandeliers hung like captured stars. Couples mingled over champagne. Waiters offered me a glass before I could even think.

Alex says walking up next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from the house and to him and Becca, who is clinging onto his arm. "See I told you he would be fine," Alex says, causing me to turn back towards the house, and see my mate standing there, and just by him standing there causes me to release a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding. After staring at him I notice the big and small gashes, on his arms and torso. I feel a nudge on my shoulder and look to see Owen with Dennis hanging on his arm, behind me and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods his head towards my mate, in a silent go to him, and I don't need to be told twice. I sprint to

My very own sparkling diamond. She and the other Blue Diamonds look amazing in their Moulin Rouge-inspired costumes. Sadly nobody in the audience seems open to being distracted at the moment, not with their families' lives in the balance. While the girls shake their asses and twirl their tassels, contracts are delivered to every table demanding we hand over all of our assets to McAllister. When I get my own contract, I want to tear it to shreds of set it on fire. I don't have time to do either, however, before I hear a scream from the front of the room that chills me to my soul.

* I followed Rogue towards the lit area, acutely aware of Silas trailing behind us like a brooding shadow. The space around the desk felt strangely intimate after the vast, threatening emptiness of the main warehouse floor. Rogue moved behind the desk, not sitting, and gestured to one of the armchairs. "Please." He turned to the sideboard, selecting two heavy crystal tumblers. "I hope you appreciate the water of life. This is a rare Dalmore, fifty years in the cask. Not something I waste on just anyone." He poured two generous measures, the rich amber liquid catching the light.

My name left him, hot and heavy. I turned, meeting dark blue eyes filled with a need so intense it engulfed my body in red-hot flames. He approached me and closed his fingers over mine. Just when I expected him to pull the glass away, he didn’t. He lifted it to my mouth and tilted. His breath was hot against my neck, and his chest smoldered against my back as I downed the wine before me. “I’ve always loved Moulin Rouge.” I ran my finger around the rim of my empty glass. “Do you think I could do the dances like they do?”

The whole point of these rooms is to show off your pack’s wealth and power to other packs who come to visit, so the banquet hall was always the most glamorous building in the territory. Of course, everyone has a different style, but I LOVE ours. White marble floors with white walls draped in white fabric. A white and glass ceiling that allows you to see the stars at night when all the lights are off, but when the lights are on, they can glow in a variety of hues. Soft pinks, blues, purples, and golds can all change the atmosphere with the touch of a button. The lights were also situated behind the fabric at the walls so the entire room could change color like a chameleon. One giant chan