Not All Diamonds And Rose Novels & Stories

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

Marlene commented. “Well, he has beautiful eyes,” Jamila said, making the girls blink in surprise. “You’re too innocent for Ethan La Rosa. Avoid him, even if it’s the last thing you do,” Ruby warned. Marlene smirked. Ethan was a secret she was determined to unravel. That night, she didn’t go to the Blackwood estate. Instead, she stopped by her older brother’s penthouse. “Hey,” someone greeted her. She waved and smiled as she put out her cigarette.

Ismail asks me. “The diamond leaf vine set will look gorgeous on your mom.” “I like that one too, we will go with that one,” Ismail tells the lady. “Wow! This is a really beautiful ring,” I say looking at a black diamond rose gold ring. Black rose rings are the finest rings to me. “That is one of our finest engagement rings. It would look lovely on you. Don’t you think so, sir?” the lady says thinking Ismail and I are a couple. “No, we are not together,” Ismail says.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro

Lila was summoned to serve them tea. Pouring steaming liquid into dainty porcelain cups, Lila couldn’t fathom why anyone would want hot tea in this sweltering heat. Rich people and their ridiculous whims, she thought, biting back the urge to roll her eyes. “I hate the color of gold,” the guest—Rose, apparently—was saying. “I wish it came in the color of diamonds. Then I wouldn’t have a problem wearing all the gold my boyfriend buys me.” Mrs. Harrington chuckled, though it sounded forced. “Rose, I’m yet to meet this mystery man.”

Across from me sat Andre, the most discreet, premier master jeweler in the high territories, carefully arranging trays of uncut stones under a lamp. "A traditional white diamond is the customary choice for a territorial coronation, Alpha Carrillo," Andre said, gingerly holding up a diamond with tweezers. "It signifies imperial purity, sovereign lineage—" "Take it away," I cut in, not even looking at the stone. "Rosemarie isn't traditional. She survived a war, a tumor, and a pack that tried to bury her alive. She doesn't need fragile, transparent glass on her finger." I leaned forward, pointing a blunt finger toward the corner of the case.

Not something Eclipsa would choose but I'm guessing choices are limited in wherever they are. "I love you guys. Please tell them when you see them. I love you all so fucking much. It hurts." "I'm sure it does. But you'll be fine. Anastasia, you need to finish this. The alpha won't believe you, so you've been gathering proof. It's in the roses. Check the roses. Okay?" I pulled back, and her thumb brushed over my eyes. "You've always been different from us. We're here with you, Ana. You can get to us whenever. I'm not sure how. There's something different about where we are. We're dead, but also trapped somewhere bad. But I know we're with you."

Maybe all the time. ''She doesn't love me anymore,'' I mutter. ''I wouldn't too if I were her.'' He replies and I turn to look at him in dissatisfaction, to find him chuckling. ''Look, that's the thing with women. You fucked up once and they won't be back for your shit. The thing with Rose—the one thing that makes her different than any other women is her love for you. You dumb shit, you should've seen the way she looks at you. I'm sorry but I don't see that anymore; all I see is the way you look at her. That's no use,'' He shrugs.