Naomi Campbell Blood Diamond Novels & Stories

"Naomi, since you're finally willing to participate in the competition, you can choose any of the precious raw stones of the company!" With happiness written all over her face, Lucy waved her domineering hand and took out all kinds of the most precious raw stones. "This is a pink diamond from Kana in South Africa, and this is a glass species from Myanmar Mountain. Which one do you want?" Looking at the precious and beautiful raw stones, Naomi shook her head and pointed to the corner. A solitary showcase. "Aunt Lucy, can I use a Rosebach blue diamond?" "This..." Lucy's face instantly fell.

“She is wearing Antoni Carassi’s 20-carat blue diamond necklace. There are only two of them in the world. The price starts at five million pounds. Who wants to make the first bid?” Men began lifting their slogans. I was afraid. What if they don’t like me? I don’t want to embarrass myself. I have to go. “Going once! Going twice!” Dominic shouted. “Twelve million!” someone yelled. “Sold!” Dominic shouted. “To Mr. Harry Bryant of CG Technologies. Step up here and claim your prize, sir.” A young bachelor went onto the stage and took Fiona with him. She’s blushing and giggling like a teenager. “The next lady is Julianne Taylor…”

“The girl is with the Black Diamond!” Black Diamond again?! Since the day Victor’s gangs attacked my family and killed my cousins and grandma, they just let my mom live to force me being their spy. Now Black Diamond is being called again dropping down from the lips of this gang. What happened? What the fuck is happening with my life? I don’t know any shits about this Diamond. Why do people keep yell to me about that diamond?

I've been looking for it for too long. We tried so hard! Koppel added meanwhile. Especially when they found out... “This is the last one,” I interrupted, and threw the diamond on the floor, the color of which resembled a flame of fire, which I held in my hand. He fell clearly into a spot of relatively fresh blood and, among the silver bullets, played in it as if he were already a cut diamond, and instead of blood there was not blood at all, but sunlight, only red, if not scarlet.

I assumed the 'they' he was referring to with such angst was the fae people. The jewelry shop was empty. A woman stood behind the glass counter as she eyed us skeptically. I didn't blame her we didn't look like we could afford anything in the extravagant shop. "Can I help you two?" She looked us up and down trying very hard to keep a smile on her face. "Yes, what is the most exquisite piece of jewelry in this place?" Elias asked. The woman stepped out from behind the counter and called us over to a display of a necklace. "It's called the blood necklace. It's lined with eighteen karats of white and yellow gold, and has eleven rubies."

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

He warned coldly but I burst out in laughter. I held my neck uncomfortably then looked up at him, “Mark, seems you are forgetting something! I am Micca Diamonds! The only daughter of the Diamond family, the best friend of Adams Nart, the most powerful man in the country!” I said confidently, then stood up with the help of the wall, then faced me with a cold smirk, “My family is no small one, and you know you can do nothing to me! And—Adams won't watch me die! He will destroy you!”

One thing Roxanne liked and hated about being dragged into a mare's nest and a world of dementia in Blood Moon pack were the elegant and elaborate ball parties they threw, where the champions looked their best and Roxie got to feel beautiful and a princess. Just like the other girls, Roxie was dressed pretty, in a glamorously red gown that flowed to the floor, her hair was done and her makeup was nicely touched by Bloom who fortunately didn't bake her face with too much makeup, unlike the other girls who looked like they had eaten up makeup and was overly dressed.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

A diamond necklace shimmered at her collarbone as she studied herself in the mirror, brushing a hand over her small bump with a proud, restless smile. Behind her, Damien sat in his study, the phone call replaying in his mind like a thorn he couldn’t pull out. Alicia Torres. Amelia Stone. Ten million. His jaw tightened as he snapped the locks open on a steel case, counting crisp stacks of cash, sliding them neatly into a black briefcase.