Pink Diamond Novels & Stories

He put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he'd finished. - One more thing... He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out something. A chain. When she noticed the pendant, she opened her mouth in amazement. It was the "blue moonstone". A piece of jewellery worth well over a million dollars. The stone was made of crystals and polished with rhodium. Rhodium was the reason for its exorbitant price. He approached her and placed it around her neck. She was about to refuse, but... She accepted it. She'd wanted it ever since it first appeared.

Thirty minutes later, I step into a quiet, high end shop. The jeweler, Tim, though everyone calls him Carm, opens a black case filled with brilliance. Thirty rings. My breath catches. And then I see it. Pink. Oval-cut. Rare. “A real pink diamond?” I ask. He tests the clarity. Perfect. “How much?” “One hundred fifteen thousand, ” I nod. “I’ll take it. And the band. Same setting.” “Twenty-five.” “Done.” Black card. Then earrings. Pink. Halo studs. Another twenty five thousand.

And then leaned her forehead against mine. “Elijah. I can’t believe you did this.” She whispered. I held out the ring .. slipping it on her finger even though she didn’t say yes. I was right. It was perfect. The diamond .. the man who made the ring had told me .. is called ‘fancy’. It’s a very light blue color. But exactly what I wanted. It was a large, half moon shape. Next to it .. a shield shaped opal. And around the two stones were small diamonds placed to mimic a snowflake. The band was white gold.

--- Magno Residence He was sipping on his whiskey as he watched the video of the woman he had fallen in love with. He grips his seat as he watches the bastard tycoon kneel in front of her and show her the big diamond ring that women would love. It was authentic. One of the historical and rarest diamonds in the world. The Pink Star Diamond 30.9 karats. He was supposed to be the one who kneels in front of that beautiful woman. The one he's been after for a long time. But she's too independent and he was impatient. Sure that the multi-billionaire can afford such a rare diamond.

Jade was surprised that even Amarok, who was more than interested in anything his mate was involved in, was not interested in touching this special necklace that belonged to his mate. "NO! You definitely canNOT touch it, Jade!!" Before he even had a chance to consider about touching it, Caroline's stern voice rang out starting him. But when she caught his curious look she heaved a sigh and started explaining putting the tray away. "This necklace belonged to Onica. She received it as a marking gift from Adrian. This pendant is a single Painite Gemstone and it is said to be one of the rarest gems in the world. And the floral arrangements around... those are made of pure silver... and... this n

Third Person's POV Emeralds were valuable, sure, but they were too heavy and serious. They didn't fit the vibrant, pulse-pounding life she radiated. He thought of a set of red diamonds he'd kept in his vault for ages. Their color was as hot as a wildfire—exactly like her lush, tempting lips tonight. They would suit her perfectly. "Then again... don't young she-wolves usually love pink?" He remembered outbidding everyone for a pink diamond set recently—earrings, a necklace, a bracelet. Every stone was flawlessly cut, the carats were massive, and they sparkled with a dream-like glow.

Unwilling to disappoint her, Jenna bit her lower lip and slowly opened the box. Rays of light shot from the box, blinding her eyes. Jenna's eyes widened as she stared at what was inside the box in awe. Inside the box was a diamond so big that it was at least fifty carats. It was colored in a rare dark blue, so deep and beautiful. The bedroom was illuminated by the brilliant light emitted from it. Jenna was amazed by its brightness; she was at a loss for words. Amidst the glow, she could clearly see the brilliant shine of the diamond.

She'd developed five distinct pieces for the collection so far Staff, Treble Clef, Eighth Note, Piano Keys, and Grand Piano. The Grand Piano piece sat at the top of the line the most extravagant of the five. Three hundred flawless colorless diamonds from Botswana, seven hundred flawless black diamonds sourced from Central Africa. The moment it launched, it sent shockwaves through the entire jewelry industry and high society alike. "Oh my god... is that the legendary Piano Queen pendant?" Brooke stood frozen in front of the display case, eyes locked on it. "Yep. That's it." Cassandra stood beside her, beaming with pride, as if she'd designed the piece herself.

I wheeze in a breath. “Legally binding loophole,” he says, shrugging. He holds out a pen. The ring is looped around it, nestled in a satin ribbon. It glows in the candlelight. The band is rose gold, twisted into a delicate vine-like design. In the center sits a peach-hued Padparadscha Sapphire, oval and smooth with the softest cleft down the middle. It looks like something out of a fairy tale. I look at him, wide-eyed. “This is real?”

"But of course, if none of these speak to you, we can design something custom." "Let's start with what you have," Adrian said. His hand rested on Arabella's lower back possessively. "She'll know it when she sees it." Philippe revealed the first tray with six rings. Each more stunning than the last. "This is a 5-carat emerald cut," Philippe said, lifting one. "Flawless clarity, D color, platinum setting." It was beautiful and elegant. Arabella tried it on. It caught the light perfectly, throwing rainbows across her hand.