Peridot X Lapis Novels & Stories

Madam Vanderbilt was certainly happy to see that Willow was willing to help her cousin out. At noon… Maisie flipped through the list of ingredients. Xander sighed helplessly. “Ms. Vanderbilt, Jade Mountain Co. is facing a shortage of rare rough stones. We can’t purchase rough stones like aquamarine, tanzanite, golden emerald, black opal, and topaz from them.”

It was so beautiful! If outsiders were there, they would know that the bangle was made of top quality jade; a glassy species called green jadeite. It was translucent and looked stunning. There was no doubt it was the best of the best. However, there was a name carved on the glassy jade bangle. Charlotte Larson.

“Although, yes. It is new. We’re holding off on any wedding preparations or anything like that, though.” Clint smiled, then paused, thinking. “Well, the sea offers plenty. There are odd bits of volcanic rock, for one. But, gems? Hmmm…” His gaze grew distant, before clarity sparked in his eyes. “Ah! Peridot! That’s a green gemstone. Fishermen believe it brings good luck. I remember finding one, years ago.” His words quickened my heartbeat. “You did?” He smiled nostalgically. “I gave it to your aunt. As a token of my gratitude for letting me live on this property. She was quite fond of it.”

I huddled it close to my chest, and pulled myself out of my stupor as he approached. “You found it?” I beamed. “I did. Here you go,” he said, and he dropped a small notepad on top of the hefty book already clutched in my arms. Its pages were curled, and the front was a mossy green that had been spoilt over the centuries by water damage and coffee stains. “What’s that one?” He asked, nodding to the other book I was holding. “Oh. I’m not really sure. Do you know what it is? It says ‘Luna Lapis’ on the front. I thought it might have something to do with your pack.”

Each gem in the necklace had a different shape, but combined, the effect was breathtakingly perfect. Amanda looked meaningfully at Jennifer. “This olive peridot necklace is actually one of G’s third-tier works. And Jennifer’s fourth design draft? It’s almost identical to G’s original drawing. Miss Jennifer, my work merely shares a similar style—but yours is an exact copy.” Jennifer’s face instantly went pale as paper.

And standing up close to it and seeing just what the harborage was her breath was taken away. It was a massive oasis located right in the middle of the blazing desert looking like it were a collection of gemstones come to life. There were trees of different heights and sizes with the colour and texture of sodalite, lepidolite and malachite. Flowers of different types with the colour and texture of angelite, citrine, rose quartz and carnelian. Grass that ran across the floor of the entire oasis with the colour and texture of aventurine and shrubs scattered here and there with the colour and texture of hematite and black tourmaline. A large waterfall with water the colour of lapis lazuli. Rock

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

For convenience, the shop had been closed that day, only serving Jake and Ann. The shopkeeper invited Ann to sit in the shop comfortably, and some of the shop assistants brought some types of jewelry from the newest collection. Ann could tell that these jewels were all costly and of high quality from the gleam of their light. Besides being made of gold, the gemstones that adorn them were stunning. Emerald, topaz, rose quartz, ruby, peridot, tourmaline, onyx, diamond, jadeite, opal, sapphire, alexandrite. The price was hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars per carat.

she encourages, bubbling with excitement. I chuckle and eagerly take the necklace out of the box, then clasp it around my neck. “How does it look on me?” I ask, modelling the necklace proudly. “Gorgeous, of course! It compliments your skin perfectly,” she gushes. I smile, touching the pendant as my heart swells from Invidia’s kindness. “What kind of stone is this?” “Labradorite. Said to impart strength and perseverance.” I snort dryly, “I could definitely use some of that.”

Bella was eyeing one of them. Thankfully, she had a big mouth and had mentioned the lineup of jewelry she wanted to own to Emily. Her taste was okay. She deserved to be Derek Thompson's daughter. However, she was messing with the wrong woman and would find out the consequences. A woman came out from behind the stage and placed the first piece of jewelry in front of the auctioneer. A set of jewelry made of peridot. The stone material was just one small thing that made it special. It was believed to have once belonged to Cleopatra.