Onyx Jewels Novels & Stories

"Tsk. You've been with me for ages. How could you not tell jewelry apart? Or is being poor just something that stuck to you for good?" Blake's words landed without mercy, but his hand tightened around his wrist, pulling her into his arms. He wrapped an arm around her waist and continued, "This is natural violet jadeite from Sithora. The main stone is deep green, framed with diamonds. You really have no eye for this, do you?" Sasha lowered her gaze, lashes trembling. Of course, she knew what it was. She simply couldn't believe he would actually buy her something so expensive. Blake's lips traced her reddened ear, light and teasing, but his tone was sharp. "I got it at the Platinum Auction. Ta

“In Russia, many years before I founded this brotherhood, Alek Ivanov had nothing more than a small house and just enough to get by. He truly wanted to give his wife something special for her birthday, and one day he stumbled upon a Turkish merchant who was selling black onyx at a terribly low price, but as low as that price was, Alek could barely afford it. The seller, even without any money or a place to call home, gifted Alek the onyx; once the band was founded, all the brothers bought stones from that merchant, who ended up becoming rich. That's why to this day we still use onyx and jewels, to remember where we come from.” >>I could have easily bought you a diamond, Margaret; any brother

It was an old-fashioned ring accentuated with a large transparent black oval-cut gem. I recognised the gemstone of the ring. It was an onyx, and I found it funny that she was wearing it. I presumed the onyx was for protection from evil; Summer shouldn't be wearing it since she was the evil one. The onyx on the ring glowed, and a dark aura swirled from it. I shivered at the strange feeling it ignited in me and wrapped my arms around myself. "W-what is that?" "With this, I can rule the world!" Summer giggled and shut her eyes. She opened them again, and her eyes flashed goldenly.

he responds. We pause in front of a display showcasing a jewelry set by a French designer. The pieces are elegant, with flowing lines that mimic natural forms — there are necklaces with pendants like delicate leaves, bracelets that wind around the wrist like vines, and earrings that dangle with the grace of dewdrops. The metals are a mix of silver and gold, and they're complemented by stones in soft hues of green and blue, evoking a garden under the moonlight. It's breathtaking in its simplicity and intricate detail.

Rose quartz crystals like pink diamonds, spiky red rubies, forest green malachite, and peacock coal were clustered side by side with topaz, tourmaline, amethyst, garnet, and opal. But if the walls were a rainbow, the floor was like a dream. Ankles-deep, and in some places knee-deep, it was piled with treasure. There were pitchers and drinking bowls and goblets, all gleaming with the soft heavy yellow light of solid gold. There were ropes of pearls and heaps of necklaces, armlets, brooches, and diadems. there were gem-encrusted chalices, and golden candlesticks and scepters. "People brought them to my lady," explained the owl simply, as Cassandra stood agape. "They have, ever since she was bo

Peeping out into the ballroom, waiting to make our grand entrance, I see a sea of faces all talking, laughing, and bedazzling. Jordan adjusts my moonstone necklace, called the Tears of the Moon Goddess. Made of 24-karat gold, it has layers of moonstones linked together. The matching bracelets set the dress off strikingly, and he checks the clasps on them. “These are just breathtaking,” I say. “Thank you for this gift.” Jordan, radiant in blue and gold silk, kisses my shoulder. “Treasures for our treasure. Are you ready?”

She exhaled slowly before replying, "I'm not like you. I don't fall apart without a man." Yvonne’s face stiffened, but she quickly recovered with a cold sneer. "More like no man wants you." Lifting her hand, she flaunted the massive diamond ring on her finger. "See this, Stellar? Percy picked this out for me himself. It’s hand-designed by the world most prestigious jewelry brand. It’s worth millions!" She didn’t stop there. With an arrogant tilt of her chin, she gestured to her necklace, earrings, and bracelet. "And these? Each piece was custom-made for me by my parents and uncle."

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."

Whether it was Shawn or Safire who gave it to her, Jessie would not accept it. Alex's gaze stopped on the logo. "This is the work of the jewelry designer, Audrey. She likes jade. She designed more than a hundred sets of jewelry with the theme of jade. She only made this type of diamond theme jewelry. It was the only one in the world. Not long ago, at the auction in Paris, France, a man named Vincent from G City bought this set of jewelry for 800 million." Jessie frowned even more when she heard 800 million. "Since this jewelry was not sent by those two." Alex paused and put away the set of jewelry. He asked casually, "Do you know Sally's first love?"

I chuckled and nodded. "Yes, Diamonds are Jewels." I answered her and she nodded, flashing a mega watt smile at me. "Diamonds are my favourite Jewel. I love Diamonds so much. I told Daddy to get me a diamond but he wouldn't. Will you get me a Diamond? Pleeeeeaaaassssee?" She pouted, her eyes still trained on mine. She was pulling off the puppy dog eyes on me and I almost started eating right out of her palm. Is this what Henry used to go through every day? Jeez, this is torture. I couldn't even resist that eyes.