Novel & Cerita Naomi Campbell Blood 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!”

Daniella gazed at Naomi's departing silhouette and grinned. 'I did Naomi a huge favor back then. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a helper now," she thought, remembering how Naomi's sister had had a serious accident with severe hemorrhaging, and the hospital's blood bank had had a shortage of their blood type. Naomi had searched everywhere and found Daniella at the hospital by chance. Daniella had been there for a consultation with a wealthy tycoon and wanted to see if her blood matched Naomi's to impress the tycoon with her kindness. To her surprise, they were a match.

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.

Chapter 1 If tonight was supposed to be the happiest night of her life, why did it feel like a funeral? The diamond on Sienna Blake’s finger caught the light. Three carats. Flawless. Cold. Just like everything else in her life was supposed to be. She stared at her reflection in Noah Callahan’s bathroom mirror. The woman looking back at her should have been glowing. Designer gown tailored to perfection. Makeup done by the same artist who handled her mother’s charity galas. Hair styled into soft elegance that cost more than most people’s rent.

Campbell. The smug, balding man stood there with his wife, Debbie - a fragile woman whose wrists looked too thin for the diamonds she wore. Dahlia noticed the faint discoloration along her neckline partially hidden by makeup. She forced a courteous smile. “Mr. Campbell. Mrs. Campbell. It’s been a while.” “Yes! And look at you - radiant as ever!” Mr. Campbell’s laugh was loud and false. He turned to Nate. “And this must be the famous husband we’ve heard so much about.”

“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.