Pink Diamond Novels & Stories

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

Old Madam Vale with clear displeasure opens the box. Inside lay a full set of jewelry forged in white gold with rare pink diamonds and rare crimson stone set in the designs, light dancing through intricate craftsmanship. Gasps run across the hall. Until Lydia steps forward with a soft laugh. “How interesting,” she said sweetly, presenting an identical piece. “What a coincidence. I brought the original.”

"And how exactly do you plan to do that? Those pink diamond earrings are worth over three hundred ninety million. There's only one pair like them in the entire world." Upon hearing Amelia’s words, the three women's faces shifted, each one wearing a stunned, disbelieving expression. They had figured the pink diamond earrings might carry a hefty price tag, but none of them had imagined they'd be worth that much. “Are you trying to swindle us? Sure, pink diamonds are rare, but they're not that rare, and definitely not one-of-a-kind. That's just you making things up," Martha snapped, quickly pulling h

I stepped closer to the case, unable to look away. "A Fancy Vivid Pink. Over six carats, completely untreated," Camille explained, walking up beside me. "The rarity of the stone speaks for itself, but the setting is what makes it a masterpiece. It’s a custom tension-style structure made of platinum and 18K rose gold. It doesn't just cradle the stone—it maximizes the light return, amplifying the fire." I stood completely still, my eyes locked on the cold, brilliant pink fire reflecting off the facets.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.

I kneel before the goddess of the moon as she turns to pick up the necklace that will be for a while the stabilizer of my powers. “By the powers and faith vested in me, I bless you, Pandora, with a relentless instinct and a life full of adventures and love.” She recites while decorating my neck with the necklace adorned in silver, with a moonstone pendant. For us, receiving this particular stone is a great honor, since the moonstone is a part of the divine entity that protects us night after night.

Westin exclaimed, pulling out his trump card. A dazzling light blinded the entire place immediately. A Pigeon Egg Ring of at least ten carats appeared in front of everyone. The diamond was pink; the lights passing through it were bright and colorful, showing off its expensive value. The women gasped, their eyes now completely glued to the ring. After all, any woman would yearn for such a thing. Diamonds are eternal; a single piece could be passed down from generation to generation. “Xynthia! This is the legendary Crimson Love!”

"You're mine now. I will never let you go." Sinclair raised her hand. Gazing at the work of art he had placed on her finger. A square-cut pink diamond, set in gold, with tiny emeralds and pink stones surrounding the band and the precious jewel itself. The perfect piece must be an antique, unique, and must have cost millions. None of that matters. Only his love.

But after years, he finally realized why the woman would leave them, leave him. The obvious reason why everyone was escaping from him was his unnatural hair. While the majority of people had dark or light hair, blond, red, or grey when they get old, his hair has a very strange tone that nobody has in our world. The closest colour that could be suggested would be white pearl but it was very different because his hair shone with a thousand fires. It was visible even in the extreme darkness, that's why he was never afraid to sleep alone in the night. After many comparisons, he and his father had concluded that his colour was what is called diamond. It was a sparkling, magnificent crystal colour

“Xander, listen to me. I don’t like you that way, but I’ve always seen you as my good friend, so listen to me when I’m telling you—” Xander cut her short before she could get to the point. “Don’t worry, Grace! I’ll show you just how rich I’ve become. You’ll see!” Then, he turned to the shopgirl haughtily. “What’s the most expensive item in this entire shop?” The shopgirl was not fond of that attitude, but professionalism made her lead the young man to the cabinet where the diamonds were stored. “Come with me, sir.” She extended her finger, which was in a white glove, and pointed at a necklace studded with diamonds. “This necklace is made out of 32 pink diamond