Naomi Campbell Blood Diamond Novels & Stories

They burn under the chandelier light with an unnatural, deadly radiance, casting a shimmering green light across her pale, flawless face. "Is... is that the Blood-Moon Diamond?" a high-ranking wolf near the entrance whispers, his voice trembling. "The one bought at the Blackveil auction for five hundred million?!" "Who is she?! Look at her aura!" "That's Eleanor Calloway's daughter! I thought she was cast out as a human disgrace?!"

James leaned into my side to murmur and I nodded my head absentmindedly without taking my eyes off the exquisite diamond. “This is called bloom.” Hayley started to say into the microphone and the crowd suddenly grew quiet. After a few minutes, she continued. “”It’s one of the rare pieces that has been passed down from generations to generations because for some weird reasons, the news experts had tried remaking and creating more replicas of it, countless times, but it just never turned out this way.”

“Hehe, Mr. Carter. I will take a step back. If you don’t have so much cash, you can pay us in other forms.” When I heard this, my frown deepened. “For example?” I heard that you got a Precious Pearl in the audition on a two-hundred-carat pink diamond. They should be worth $200 million.” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but frown. “This was the ultimate treasure of the Carter family. “No, I can give you the money, but not this.” “You can’t?” The kidnapper seemed to sing his hand and slapped Martha. “Smack!” There was a crispy sound.

Being two years older than me at sixteen, she’s had two years to weed out any facility who didn’t learn to look the other way. Struggling back to my feet, the weight from carrying all of her and her three friend’s bags making it more difficult, I worked to steady by breathing again. All I did was answer her question about why it was so difficult to get a hold of her favorite color of nail polish. Her perfectly manicured nails, freshly touched up just this morning before school started, was the reason I knew she wouldn’t be the one to personally hit me. “I was just explaining, ma’am,” I said in my smallest voice. “That we’ve been at war with the Bloodmoon Vampires and the rebel Werewolf Packs

I didn't quite understand what he was saying, but without a second's delay, I turned and ran to Lowa's bedroom. "I am Sibyl. Princess of the Campbell Dynasty. Wife of Nuri Rodriguez. I want to see your Queen." I identified myself to the soldiers. The soldiers looked at each other, not sure if what I said was true or not. “I knew you were no ordinary woman. The diamond around your neck is the Dragon Scale. I was waiting for you to tell me who you are, but I didn't expect you to be King Rodriguez's wife.”

The Incomparable Diamond necklace was legendary in its own right, home to the world’s largest internally flawless diamond, a staggering 407 carats, set in warm rose gold and framed by smaller stones meant to amplify its brilliance. It was the kind of piece that stopped conversations mid-sentence. And yet, sitting across from Cassie, even that masterpiece paled beside the Heritage Bloom resting against her collarbone. Nathaniel knew it. He felt it the moment his eyes landed on her.

Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know. Or so he claimed. The air inside smelled faintly of cedar and dust. There were no windows in the back rooms, no cameras, no connections. Just silence. For the first time in days, I exhaled. Damien collapsed onto the couch, wincing. “You know, for someone who swore off revenge, you’re getting good at it.” I smiled faintly. “Guess I learned from the best.” He looked up, eyes soft. “Elara…” But whatever he was about to say was drowned by the sharp ping of my phone.

But the ribboned box had gone to Naomi instead, with a fond pat on the head and a “for our little star.” Amanda had smiled then, pretending she didn’t mind. She had even clapped when Naomi opened a velvet dress meant for a princess. Later, alone in her room, she had cried until her throat hurt. It was the first time she realised she would always be standing in someone else’s shadow. She crossed to her desk and stared at the framed photos lined up there. Not one of them was recent but laying right next to it were new pictures. Of Naomi. Naomi stepping into Damon’s car at the company's parking lot. Naomi smiling at Damon. A short article on Naomi, the supposed heir of the Pearl group had how s

"If Naomi agrees to mate with Charles and brings the moonstone as her dowry, our Sterling family will establish a two-million-dollar healing fund for her." My stepmother and father both gasped. Their combined income was barely fifty thousand a month. But Charles suddenly scoffed. "Mom, that’s just a myth. How else would a nobody like Naomi snag an Alpha willing to mate with her if not for some sob story? The only mate I want is Quinn." Victoria turned her gaze to me. "Naomi, is it true? There’s no moonstone?" My grandmother was a renowned healer among the packs. The moonstone she left me was legendary. Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure.

“Cairo Arsher, at just twenty-five, has expanded the Arsher diamond trade into billion-dollar empires, earning him the name ‘God of Diamonds.’ That’s a news headline from six years ago.” My heart makes a weird violent flip. “That’s him!” I scream. “That’s definitely the man who kidnapped me!” I stretch my hand out. My palm is itching to have my phone back. “Let me see the picture.” I need to see those olive-gray eyes again. I need to know they were real and not just some fever dream I had because I was stressed about my wedding. “Oops, ummm… sorry,” Pippa says suddenly. She pulls the phone back, her face turning bright red.