Pearl Consort Novels & Stories

The eager whispering, 10,000 dawn pearls for the people of Quansib is a bargain that no one dares to dream of. The dawn pearl is used to exchange The Ruby Of Cloud Pink; ten thousand dawn pearls will trade for 1 Cloud Pink pearl. Cloud Pink pearl is a vital conductor whenever the werewolf wants to level up. Those under the level of 5, just having the support of Cloud Pink pearl, will not need to be punished by the moon goddess but still receive the corresponding power. "Are they looking for someone?" Someone asked. "You're stupid! How many people in our small town are worth 10,000 pearls?"

Pearl strutted over on her heels, looked at them, and said, “This is a party for socialites, not a jewelry fair. She’s just a new designer. There’s nothing interesting about that.” Pearl sized up Willow with disdain in her eyes. That was her confidence. Pearl was part of the jewelry business, and her father, Antonio, was well known. Since she was from the La Perla Group, she had a great status and social standing. La Perla was only second to Taylor Jewelry and on par with Hailey & Co., but in reality, it was better than them. Vaenna of the Vanderbilts was nowhere near them. Furthermore, she was just a new designer who was just starting to become reputable. Pearl was not concerned about her.

If she wasn’t fully ready then I’d keep on waiting. For the show, Pearl wore a black sleeveless kind of jumpsuit with wide legged pants and black boots which you couldn’t even really see. What you absolutely saw was all the colors from her ink, it seemed like they put some kind of lotion on her to make them pop even more under the lights. Her shiny red mane was in waves over her shoulders and back. How the hell could I stay away? A goddess here on earth. She played the covers and our stuff flawlessly, but we already knew she would. She was quite obviously a professional, she’d just never been given a chance.

I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse. With my heels in my hand and my purse in the other, I walked out of the private bar and headed towards the parking lot. I unlocked my baby; a sleek black BMW Z4 and got in. My phone rang and I almost rolled my eyes. I dropped my things on the passenger’s seat and drove off to my shift. ***

The shiny blue pearl fell on his palm and a look of astonishment could be seen on his face. “The Pearl of Sorrelia! At last!” Dalik said. He held the pearl between his thumb and index finger, turning it over and examining its smooth surface. “You’re right, Thunka. This is a thing of beauty. I’m sure Emperor Terdu will be very happy to see this when I personally bring this to him.” Thunka hardly moved her head as she prostrated herself in front of Dalik. “You may go,” said Dalik, waving Thunka away.

The last notes of the birthday song still hung in the air when my best friend dropped a bombshell. "Our very own heartthrob has gone all out to show his devotion to Yasmine with a surprise gift—the Peterson Group's legendary heirloom pearl bracelet!" The word 'heirloom' sent a ripple of excitement through my friends, who started whooping and hollering. I was buzzing with a different kind of excitement, not like the joy I felt in my previous life. Gazing at the softly glowing pearl bracelet, my hands balled into fists as the truth hit me—I had a second chance at life.

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."

Even Daya, who hates her frilly dress, is all too happy to appease my little princess. “I think you look adorable,” Pearl says sweetly, strutting ever-so-comfortably in her own gown. A beautiful champagne, sleeveless gown, with a fitted bodice and a ruffled A-line skirt. Her dress has beautiful sequins all over that look like shining stars. Pearl is the picture of quiet elegance. She’s the youngest, but she is an old soul. Amy told me that Pearl overheard our conversation about us having fated mates. Pearl hasn’t mentioned anything to us about it. I should try harder to talk to her about it. Every time I’ve reached out to talk with her, she mentions how busy she is.

Pearl, who was buried in her work, heard her phone ring. Then, she picked up the phone and took a look. It was from a subordinate who had gone abroad with her. Before she left, she also handed over all her work abroad to the subordinate. “Hello?” Pearl answered the phone. “Hello? Ms. Warner?” A female voice came from the phone. “Is something wrong?” Pearl asked. “Ms. Warner, you asked me to secretly inquire about the Mosley family and I just paid a huge price to get some news about the Mosley family from a partner.”