Pink Diamond Novels & Stories

I tilted my chin and smiled into the mirror, feeling like the main character in a fairy tale. Just then, I overheard two women whispering nearby— "Did you hear? There's a limited-edition pink diamond ring upstairs in the jewelry section today. It's supposed to be stunning." "Yeah, I heard it's tiny, but it costs, like, tens of thousands! Who would even buy something that expensive?" "You'd be surprised! Pink diamonds are rare—and they symbolize love and happiness. People go crazy for them." My heart skipped a beat. A pink diamond? Love and happiness? That sounded exactly like me and Kane.

But I've arrived just in time to stand up for this young man here, right? Some of the guests nodded, while others remained skeptical, and one of them was my family. "Well, let me tell you everyone...'' Mr. Wilsdorf continued. "This brown stone is commonly referred to as a champagne or whiskey diamond. This variety is regarded as one of the most valuable gemstones, with its natural formation contributing to its rarity and worth." He enthusiastically lifted the stone towards the light, eliciting gasps from the audience as it immediately shimmered and sparkled, showcasing a breathtaking cognac hue. "This is valued at one hundred thousand dollars per gram."

Clinging to Howard's arm, Crystal screeched, "You crazy man! How dare you hit Howie? Do you have any idea who he is…" But her voice faltered mid-sentence, her jaw dropping. "Is that the Pink Star diamond? And that's the Rockefeller emerald. Oh my god, a Chrysoberyl cat's eye! And that's a Padparadscha sapphire… Howie, buy me any one of them and I'll be happy…" Howard, still dazed, tried to stand but was forced back down by a bodyguard. "Shut up!" he snapped. He looked as if he wanted to tear Crystal's mouth off. Given his current financial situation, those stones were worth far more than everything he owned combined.

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.”

Peering down, Belinda marveled at the wonder curving into her chest. Numerous diamonds were embedded into three lines of gold, which all converged to meet a bigger pink diamond at the center. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. It also had to be the most expensive. Belinda swerved to face Draven, but she was too stunned to say a word. She could only stare with her mouth open.

An engagement ring that wasn’t your average everyday traditional ring. “Do you have anything that isn’t in your traditional yellow or white gold?” “Yes, sir, right over here,” she says, escorting me to another display case off to the side. After scanning over the selection of rings, a three ct. Princess cut diamond set in a black gold band caught my eye. Glistening emeralds circled the beautiful diamond. Harper’s birthstone is Emerald, and green is one of her favorite colors. This ring had Harper’s name written all over it.

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

All night, Sienna can’t sleep, and this morning starts off rough. Her mind is fixed on one person: Noah King. Even in his absence, he fills up her mind. Sienna’s fingers instinctively wander to the necklace draped elegantly around her neck, the cool metal like an electric shock waking every nerve. The delicate platinum chain holds a stunning diamond solitaire, accompanied by a vibrant peridot – her birthstone – and surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds that sparkle like whispers.

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

Leon huffs. I return my gaze to the jeweler and he proceeds to talking. "This jewel is one of the worlds rarest, with an extraordinary depth of color. The most valuable jewel yet. It was discovered in 1999 by mining giant, De Beers. The Pink jewel was polished and cut over two years" "And the prize?" "53 million dollars" Leon glares at me, I sink my hands into both of my pant pockets, glaring at the ring and all I could think of was how good it would look around Selenes finger.