Novel & Cerita Pink Diamond Steven Universe

“I’ve always liked Pink.” He nodded, as if engraving the word into his bones. “I’ll remember that.” The cicadas had been loud outside the hall, their chorus stretching endlessly into the summer dusk. In that moment, I had mistaken promise for permanence. I had thought that was what eternity felt like. “Silvercrest is already in ruins,” Adrian said calmly beside me now, his voice pulling me back to the present. “Sending a pink diamond means he emptied what little he had left.” There was no jealousy in his tone. Only assessment.

He replied with a question. “Well, Dad what if I told you…it was never Gold?” Blake asked. Braxton scoffed. “That’s not possible. Venice wouldn’t have made that enormous plan and created the PM group to annihilate my Father. There has to be something there.” He replied with so much certainty. “You’re right Dad. There is something there. It’s just not Gold. It’s Diamonds. Clean Diamonds.” He replied, showing him other pictures of uncut diamonds which he had illegally acquired from the land shortly after its discovery.

It was the pink diamond that Jacob had bought at an auction six months ago for 100 million dollars. At that time, everyone thought that good news was on the horizon for both of them. The entire venue had erupted in cheers, urging Jacob to propose to her. However, he retorted coldly, "It's not for her." Stephanie gloated smugly, "Jacob said that I deserve all the rare treasures of the world, including him. Only I am worthy of a man like him!" Lindsey couldn't hold back any longer. She raised her hand and slapped Stephanie across the face and grabbed her by the throat. "You're the one who killed my mother! You should die! Die!"

But Steven just laughed. He brought Clara back to stand in front of him and gripped her arm tightly, causing her pain. “Listen to me Kitten, I forgive you tonight for not wearing the lingerie I gave you in the damn closet, but not tomorrow night, and one more thing, if you ask for a job? So this is your job, serve me for the rest of your life," Steven said and his eyes which were originally black turned into emerald green, shining and very beautiful, as if hypnotizing Clara in front of him.

My friend, and jewellery partner, Steven, answered on the first ring. "Hey, Eve! What's up?" he asked, his voice cheerful. I took a deep breath, explaining my situation to him. "I need a favor, Steven. I need to borrow one of your pets. I have a plan in mind." There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Alex asked, "Which one do you need?" I smiled, knowing that Alex was on board. "I need something that will make a statement. Something that will make someone back off.”

"I’m not holding your kid over your head. I’m getting Luna back because she’s part of your life, and anything that’s part of your life is mine now. You want your girl back? You want that prick to never touch you again? This is the way. You take the name, you get the protection. Nobody touches what belongs to me." I swallowed hard, looking at him. I wanted to ask how he’d done all this in an hour. I wanted to ask why a man I barely knew was acting like I mattered more to him than anyone else ever had. Was this what love looked like? Or did he just want to own me? But looking at his face, the questions died in my throat. He looked so certain. Steve reached out and picked up the ring box, openi

Christopher's mouth opened and closed, his eyes meeting Ashlyn's icy stare. "Nothing to say now?" Ashlyn's voice was soft. "No more accusations?" "I... I didn't realize—" "That's your problem, isn't it?" Jonathan stepped forward. "You never realize. Never notice. Never think." "Stay out of this!" Christopher snapped. "Why should he?" Steven White's voice boomed. "He's right. Your judgment has been... questionable." "Father, please—" "Five hundred million in diamonds," Steven continued. "Do you know what that means?"

"He has one of the most valuable assets in the world right now." Melody's curiosity was palpable, her voice laced with excitement. "What is it?" Stephanie's pause was deliberate, her words dripping with drama. "The blue diamond." The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Collins' gaze was calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of surprise. "Really? The blue diamond?" Stephanie's nod was confident, her blonde hair swaying with the movement. "Yeah, 100 percent. I've never delivered false news, have I, boss?"

“No, that will be all. Be careful and take care of yourself.” The call ended, but I stared at the screen, frowning. He looked disappointed and almost upset. I bet he convinced himself I somehow got Michael to pretend to be my mate. Was Steven that desperate to get my pack that he’d think I would sink so low as to lie about something so sacred? I would probably feel sorry for him if it wasn’t the fact he wanted to take my pack from me. Wait, just how badly did Steven want my pack, and what was he willing to do to get it?

The men are clustered at the grand piano, discussing something about failing oil prices. The women are fawning over Stephanie while she gives them tidbits about her recent trip to Paris. My gaze roves over the room, and I realize that everyone is here… except Robin. And Benjamin Rousseau. Odd. Feeling slightly out of place, I turn to leave but Stephanie’s voice stops me. “Goodness, is that the Tide of Venus diamond set?” Unconsciously, my fingers drift over the delicate diamond on the base of my throat as the women zero in on it like a committee of vultures.