Novel & Cerita Moulin Rouge Sparkling Diamonds

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

"You are life to me. You are melody and the breath of flowers, you are honey and spice, you are my present and my future, you are my very soul. Apart from you, I have no soul." He couldn't stop smiling, he then planted a kiss on my lips. I followed him to the belly of the yacht and stepped into the small lounge. He showed off the bedroom, the dining room. "Be my guest. What can I offer you." "I don't know." "Do you care for champagne?" "Which champagne." "A taste of diamonds." "You must be kidding. That's like the most expensive champagne in the world. It costs $2.7 million if am not wrong." I said, sitting at the small round table, expecting to be blown away.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Angel sniffed, glancing at the broken plates still littered on the floor. Diam laughed, but it was bitter and brought tears to his eyes. "Mine got broken as well. My happiness. My heart. My dreams. All broken. So, will you ever get back your China?" "Sadly, no." "Same here. I'll never be whole again. Not in this lifetime." Diam only realized he was crying when her little hands came to his face and wiped off the tears. He chuckled, turning away. When his eyes returned to her, she was crying as well. "Hey, don't do that. Please."

"Have you ever heard of the Moulin Rouge?" Xander asks randomly after thirty minutes of driving in silence. "Moulin what?" I turn my body to him in curiosity. "The Moulin Rouge. It's a cabaret of some sort, the highlight of Paris if you will. In my opinion, it's far much better than the eiffel tower at night or any other time. It's so full of color, life, spirit, joy and art it's crazy. I last remember going there with my mother and siblings when I was fifteen, and it was yet the most mesmerizing show I've ever been to.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.

"I wouldn't trade you for the whole Duskwild Expanse, Lyra. You're my marked mate. Your value isn't something that can be bought." On the scrying glass, the scene inside Mirelle's cottage turned violent. "I don't care who your Lord White is! Take the silver and get out!" Mirelle screamed, her breath hitching as she tried to shove the rogue back toward the timber door. The cloaked rogue didn't budge. He scoffed, his clawed hand shooting out to grab Mirelle by the throat, shoving her violently against the stone wall. "This little pile of silver won't cover my debt to Dr. Viremont's enclave, bitch! You know what I really want!"

But I've arrived just in time to stand up for this young man here, right? Some of the guests nodded, while others remained skeptical, and one of them was my family. "Well, let me tell you everyone...'' Mr. Wilsdorf continued. "This brown stone is commonly referred to as a champagne or whiskey diamond. This variety is regarded as one of the most valuable gemstones, with its natural formation contributing to its rarity and worth." He enthusiastically lifted the stone towards the light, eliciting gasps from the audience as it immediately shimmered and sparkled, showcasing a breathtaking cognac hue. "This is valued at one hundred thousand dollars per gram."

Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Madame Rouge found me the second I stepped inside the private lounge. She wore a crimson gown and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Lot 13,” she purred, circling me. “Twenty-three. Virgin. Desperate. Perfect.” I wanted to run. But Jamie’s face flashed in my mind—pale, smiling through the pain. I let her lead me backstage. They gave me a black silk mask that covered half my face and a red dress that clung to every curve.

While roaming inside the store, I saw a set of silver couple bracelets that had engraved round red diamonds and connected with gold for its sides for the female bracelet and three diamonds for the pure silver male bracelet. "How much is this?" I asked the saleslady from behind the table while approaching her direction for me to have a better view of the bracelets. 'The Moussaieff Red Diamond couple bracelet.' I read the name under the bracelet box. "More than a mere employee can afford for sure," someone chuckled from behind me. I slowly looked back to her and found a brunette woman who's looking at me with disgust. She rolled her eyes before approaching the saleslady. "I want it. Give this