Not All Diamonds And Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

The waiter suggested as he handed her a transparent flower base with a gold ribbon. Sabrina did what she was told without asking any question nor glancing at the person who was standing next to her. As she was overwhelmed by the roses which were made of different gemstones, especially the last one that was obviously made of real diamonds. She may not be an expert but she could tell it was real because the sparks of it were so different, it was so shiny that her eyes almost went blind. Letting out a heavy sigh, Sabrina lifted her head and looked back to where her husband was.

Everything played out exactly as she had imagined. … Kenneth showed up in a sleek black suit when the banquet was in full swing. His entrance was met with a sudden burst of romantic piano music. With a bouquet of red roses in hand, he made his way to Charlotte under everyone's gaze and pulled a ring box from his pocket. He opened the box to reveal a dazzling 20-carat diamond ring, and the crowd gasped in awe. Several ladies with keen eyes recognized the ring and immediately exclaimed. "Isn't that 'The Everheart' that went for a billion dollars at auction? And now it's in Kenneth's hands!"

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

"Even then, I knew you were destined to live in the light… to be shared with the world. Over the years, I've only loved you. No one else. You're the only rose that makes my heart bloom." My eyes stung with sudden heat. George had never liked me dancing. He once said my performances should be for his eyes alone. He locked me in his gilded cage, treating me as nothing more than his possession. But Jordan wanted me beneath the spotlight. I took a few steps forward and slipped my arms around his waist. Then, rising on tiptoe, I pressed my lips to his. For a heartbeat, he froze. Then he took control, deepening the kiss. It was a kiss steeped in long-suppressed longing, fierce joy, and the aching

I heard him asks what I just finished reading on the glittering board in front of me and I squint only to find Ferd kneeling down with one knee with a small ring box opened and showcasing a diamond ring. I gasp and covered my mouth to avoid those insects flying into my mouth. As if that wasn't enough, I just noticed both of us were standing in the middle of a carved Love-shape lights and roses surrounding us. "Oh my God!" I gosh out with wobbling legs. I couldn't stand anymore if not I'll embarrass myself and faint right now, instead I went on my knees in tears.

He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me. "Happy Birthday to my lovely and beautiful wife." Rudra says as he gives me the rose and kiss on my lips. I look down shyly and say, "Thank you." "It has been one year but one thing is still the same. I get the blush I was waiting for you. I just wish everything remains just as it is right now. And may you blush like this every year on your birthdays with me." Rudra says as he takes me in his arms. "Aren't you getting too much romantic nowadays?" I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

The big chunks of diamonds twinkled like stars against the black surface. Atarah took her seat opposite him and watched as he counted the rocks. She remembered their first encounter five years ago. It was the King’s 55th birthday, and a grand ball was held to honor his excellency. Everyone from the neighboring kingdom was invited, including Antares. The politics were set aside for one day as the Royalties greeted each other in their expensive dresses and drank rare wines.

It has tiny boxes carved in them and story stared in the pages beneath. My eyes teared up as I started to open all the boxes. Each one has the same type of ring, a beautiful and elegant one featuring a rose-shaped centrepiece made of diamonds. The band is decorated with sparkling white diamond leaves, creating a floral and romantic design. The diamonds used for the rose vary in colour. The one I picked is Dresden Green Diamond. The remaining are blue, red, and pink.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a