Obsession Jewelry Novels & Stories

MEANWHILE, AT FASTTECH LIMITED, Rose sat on her office chair, her mind deep in thought, as she played with the pen in her hand. Dropping the pen, she opened her drawer, taking out an earring. She held the earring, casually staring at it. It was the right ear of a Cartier diamond cluster earring, simple yet dazzling. Rose couldn't help but be jealous of the owner. The earring was expensive, anyone could tell by merely looking at it, and not anyone could afford it, as this particular design was limited.

"I know that you'll have to sweat frequently in the dojo in the future. Jewelries that are fragile are not practical for you, and too expensive for you to wear it every day." "That's why I specially made this set of silver ornaments. I designed it, and I made it myself." "This is the only one in the world." "You can wear it, throw it, or break it." "If you lose it or break it or don't want to wear it, you can come to me directly. I can work overtime to design a new one for you." "Is that okay?" Beau's deep voice matched with his current gentle movements, as well as the deep affection in his eyes. Eliza was rooted to the spot.

He averted his gaze at me as if he felt that his friend Kairos was murmuring his murder plan in his head as he stared at the two of us and watched us talk. "So, you came here for an engagement ring, I assumed? Your wedding band is almost done. Just the final touches and it will be on its way." I didn't need to ask. It's crystal clear that Hyunjin owns Silverio Stones. I've heard of this brand of jewelry before. It became popular for their dainty and unique pieces some of which were personally crafted by the owner which is him and if it's hand-made by him. It automatically costs thousands to millions of dollars.

She turned to Tim and said gently, “Mr. Roberts, let me introduce my design now. First of all, I changed the turquoise to obsidian. Black can make people look mature and stable, and it’s suitable for elderly people.” “At the same time, obsidian goes with everything and is popular among young people. Second, the style of the previous design of this necklace was too old-fashioned, so I used the tassels to connect the obsidian and the chain. Now the whole necklace looks chicer. And this brooch...” In the following minutes, she introduced her design in detail, including what modifications she had made to the previous design, why she did that and why the modification matched the requirements of c

The air itself smelled like money, floral and expensive. All my own jewelry had been handmade—a polished river rock on a string, a little braided bracelet of spare leather, and one anklet made from twine and a chipped sea shell I thought was pretty once. I'd never even touched anything like this. Robbie walked ahead and pointed at something behind one of the display cases. "How about this one?" he asked, nodding toward a delicate silver ring set with what looked like a piece of opal carved into the shape of a crescent moon. "I think it might suit you."

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

My jaw is set so tight it aches. I glance to my right, noticing the boutique situated there. I’ve heard of it before. They sell custom jewelry, even more expensive than Tiffany and Cartier. It’s owned by an ultra-exclusive designer whose name is whispered rather than advertised. The kind of place that requires an appointment just to look at the door handle. No piece is ever repeated. Every item is one of a kind. I’m about to look away when something in the window catches the light. It’s a bracelet. A cuff, wide and heavy, crafted from brushed white gold. But it’s not delicate. It looks like armor.

I looked at him shocked, what did he just say? I really don’t understand him. Adrian looked at me then, I could see guiltiness written clearly in his eyes. “I am often obsessed with things. You remembered when you asked me about my love with Louis Vuitton products? I’m obsessed with the products and if what I have isn’t from them, I won’t be happy and I will go through any length to have that. When I started talking to you, it wasn’t like that at first, not until I noticed my feelings for you. Even though I was denying it then, it didn’t stop my obsession from crawling in. I noticed that when I am not with you, I miss you a lot and if I don’t hear your voice and see anything about you, I won

"Help me wrap this cufflinks along with it.” After hearing this, the attendant’s smile on her face became even more intense, and she immediately opened her mouth excitedly, "You have a really good eye! This pair of cufflinks is exquisite and in limited edition, the center is set obsidian, around is some diamond embellishment,no matter what style of shirt,it can be very good with it." Andrea listened to the attendant’s explanation with a faint smile and did not speak. At that moment, a female voice sounded behind her "Ms. Aguero?"

It was an exclusive world-class jewelry box, crafted from exotic woods, adorned with precious metals and gemstones, featuring intricate detailing and secure compartments, epitomizing luxury and elegance. Benjamin stood and opened the box gently, as if his heart lay within. Inside lay a heart-stopping piece of jewelry. In the club’s ambient light, the diamonds gleamed—a flawless, mammoth diamond cradled by delicate platinum filigree, encircled by smaller diamonds that shimmered like stars. Its design was a testament to opulence and intrigue in high society and secrets. “OMG, I didn’t know you had this in your collection. If you had told me, I would’ve bought it for my wife.” This was Daniel,