Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds Novels & Stories

He had set a royal blue high heel strap sandals, alongside a silver purse and jewelries. "Do I really need to wear jewelries?" Starr asked Magnus as she began to towel her body and apply cream. He nodded affirmatively. "It is the icing on the cake Boo," he told her as he began to stuff things he presumed she was going to need, including a condom. Star wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, so she took no notice as she got dressed and got ready.

The necklace is made of a rare fancy pink pear-cut diamond, surrounded by flowing white diamonds shaped like moving water. The earrings are platinum drops, tapering like falling water, ending in matching pink diamonds. The craftsmanship is so impressive, it almost looks alive. “Ms. Whitmore?” Christina’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. “Don’t you like it?” “How much did this cost?” Her smile falters, “I don’t think Mr. Rousseau would want you to concern yourself with such things…” “How much, Christina?” She must sense the seriousness in my tone because she lowers her gaze;

I feel like I'll cum into his mouth. "Mmhmm, your wetness is so warm and sweet, my diamond" he moans and he got up and straddle on me and then he slide his cock into my vagina. A loud moan escaped my mouth but I had to refrain myself for screaming so hard to avoid other guests hearing we're making love.

Her name rolled beautifully on his lips with last glance at her, he left the room and closed the door behind him. *** He had made a visit to one of his best club to have fun and get rid of those doe like blue crystals which were making him crazy. He get drunk and even tried to sleep with the blond which was clinging to him the whole night, she was a hot chick but her slutty words annoyed him but yet he tried to fuck her but it seemed impossible because whenever he would try to fuck someone, her face would flash in front of his eyes and when he didn't smelled her rosy scent but instead inhaled the blonde's extra strong cologne he felt disgusted.

I quickly tore the ribbon off and opened the box to see a beautiful Tiffany diamond jewelry. "Oh my goodness!" I screamed. "What?" "It's beautiful!" "Do you like it?" "I love it; thank you, Damon." I happily screamed while examining the diamond necklace and earrings. "I saw the glittering earrings, and it reminded me of how ravishing and beautiful you looked at the dinner. Your beautiful eyes are something to die for. I hope you will wear them at dinner tonight."

Gazing at the glittering hair ornaments, she marveled, "Such intricate craftsmanship in the glass!" The stylist gently corrected her, "My dear Miss Lola, those are diamonds, not glass." Lola, puzzled, attempted to pry one loose but failed, asking curiously, "Diamonds? Are they expensive?" The stylist replied softly, "It depends on the type. If we consider the diamonds on this necklace you're wearing, I would need to save for five years just to purchase one." Lola grasped the words, realizing that the value equated to a lifetime supply of roast suckling pig. She immediately ceased her prying, tenderly caressing the diamonds as if they were the crispy, delectable her favorite Roast Suckling Pi

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.

“I told you she would be easy. The whole uptightness you think they have is because no one looks at them anyway. Show them a little bit of affection and they will all but throw themselves in the nearest bed the next second.” I placed a palm against my chest… as if it could calm my heart which was beating wildly now, as if it could ease the sudden pain exploding within me. “Klaus… what are they talking about?” “Come on, Margaux. You are smarter than this.” He stood, and the blonde slid off his lap. Klaus walked toward me with the coin purse in his hand, shaking it so the gold inside would clink together. “Three hundred gold… that’s just what you helped me make. I suppose I could let you keep

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.