Pearl X Lapis Novels & Stories

He knocked on the door and remainded me in a low voice " Baby, take a quick shower and get ready as soon as possible. We have to head towards the airport before 11.00 am " When I heard his words, the smile in my face disappeared and my face became pale. Tears welled in my eyes and the pain in eyes increased which I felt earlier in my bed. I wiped it and took a quick hot shower as soon as I can. I dried my hair and coated my face with a light eye makeup and red lipstick. Jenny helped me to wear the blue mermaid off shoulder chiffon laced dress with beading sequins. Then I added Akoya cultured pearl necklace on my round neck to enhance my beauty. These are elegant, brilliant white pearls whic

Not only did he belong but he also had started his family. X thought about it, he had gave his wife a gift but not her mother! He quickly thought, what he had left that would be a gift great enough for Alyisha. Slowly X took the cord that was used to fasten his hair, off. He stood and looked at, it was fine black silk. There was gold fibers that had been sowed into the edges of the cord. Ever two finger widths, were blue jade beads. There was a total of ten beads, with eight in the middle and one on each end.

’ Zephyr thought as he picked it up. The pearl was an icy-blue color and carried an extremely cold aura, one that seeped into the bone. On the pearl’s surface, it showed many runic words. Zephyr furrowed his brow, closely studying them, but found nothing. He quickly kept the pearl into his Loot ring. Although he did not know what it was, he knew that it was special…

The clink of coins cascaded from one palm to another; a flash of silver caught the light and shimmered across her vision, before vanishing into the Inspector's pocket. His eyes were shrewd, and his smile was a fox's grin as he replied, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr Xakatha." They clasped hands and parted, Liziwe's reluctant steps following them like constant and true shadows, echoing down the corridor. ~0~0~

The bracelet was crafted from exquisite pearls that appeared to glow with an inner light, their surfaces shimmering with iridescent colors that shift and change as the light strikes them from different angles. The pearls themselves are not like any that can be found on Earth; each one is perfectly round and flawless, with a lustrous surface that seems to radiate a subtle energy. They are of varying sizes, ranging from tiny seed pearls to larger, more substantial orbs that catch the eye. The bracelet itself is made from an intricate network of delicate silver or gold filigree, with intricate patterns woven through the metal like vines or tendrils. The clasp is similarly ornate, with a gemston

Despite its age, the leather was untouched by time, showing no sign of decay. Carefully, I unfastened it and was instantly blinded by a radiant blue light. Inside, nestled against the fabric, were two perfect blue pearls. They reminded me of the eyes in the drawing. They shimmered unlike anything I had ever seen, their glow softer yet more mesmerizing than any treasure in my collection. My fingers trembled as I picked one up, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was cool to the touch, yet it pulsed faintly, as if… alive.

Bruno is still in there showering, she thought with a sly grin. Perfect time to peek. Quietly, she flipped the lid off the box. Her eyes lit up at the sparkling contents, and she gasped softly. Inside the box was a delicate set of pearl jewelry: an elegant necklace and matching earrings. It was so beautiful that she had a Pikachu face. "They are so beautiful... I wonder what the rest of the boxes contain," she whispered to herself. The pearls on the jewelry gleamed, catching the light, each one seeming like a drop of moonlight captured in a tiny orb.

She paused, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “But today, I look back to those days, and I do not see jewelry as just a piece of metal or stone. I see it as a symbol of… rebirth. It is a symbol of a woman’s strength. We decided to focus heavily on pearls for this collection because, unlike gold or diamonds that are mined from the earth, a pearl is born from struggle. It is born inside a shell, surviving the pressure of the ocean until it becomes something perfect and timeless. That is what we want for every woman who wears our brand… to feel that no matter the struggle, they are still a masterpiece.” She gave a few more words about the intricate process of the sketches and

I approached the display case where Lily's gifts sat in their neat row. Only two remained now. The pearl necklace gleamed under the soft lighting, its surface flawless and pristine. Each pearl was perfectly matched, the kind of jewelry that cost more than most people earned in a year. Damien had commissioned it for Lily's third birthday, explaining to me how each pearl represented a year of her life, with additional pearls to be added as she grew older. "When she's eighteen, it will be complete," he'd said with such pride and certainty in our future together.

Hoyt's shop again. "I really like that one," says Hala as she nods to my necklace, but then smiles teasingly, saying, "but I like my earrings more." "The peridot ones Machiv made for you?" I ask. "Those too. But pearls are my thing," says Hala, and I realize the two she on each earlobe, a black pearl one for each, is the one she bought when we went to the silver shop a while back. "We should go back sometime," I say as I voice my thoughts, "it's a really nice shop."