Shining Diamonds Seventeen Novels & Stories

The stones caught the chandelier light, fracturing it into brilliant cascades of fire. Cynthia glided directly toward them, a radiant smile on her face. Do you like it Vivienne? Julian surprised me with it this afternoon. He said I needed something bright to cheer me up after the horrific trauma I endured last night. Vivienne looked at the central blue diamond of the necklace. That is the Eternal Tear setting. It costs three million dollars.

Even when she knew that the gift would be extraordinary, Snow was still stunned when she opened the box. She let out a shocked gasp as she looked at the beautiful crystal-clear diamond. She felt her mind was being sucked away by it and could not spare any attention to the things around her. The pink diamond radiated a colorful light under the sun. So, it was crystal clear that one could see the fine fluff of the flannel below. The ten-carat diamond can be called the king of diamonds. Snow carefully held it up and put it in the palm of her hand, so much so that she did not pay any attention to Harvey's expression at all.

"Mr. Colson, you're not mistaken, are you? Isn't this a fake diamond? Why would you want to buy it?" "Mr. Robert, please watch your words!" Stanley said solemnly, "I never said this diamond was fake. I can stake my 30 years of professionalism that this is The Lustra, and it's 100% genuine!" "What?" "If you don't believe me, just look. Under strong light, The Lustra will display seven distinct colors that are interwoven." Stanley shone a beam of light onto The Lustra. Sure enough, it revealed seven different colors in crystal-clear clarity. It was dreamlike, ethereal, and breathtakingly beautiful.

He replied sarcastically, walking towards the sofa set and getting comfortable. “Here.” Atarah threw a brown pouch on his lap, intending to harm the prince, but unfortunately, Dragomir had fast reflexes. “Did you count them?” he asked, checking the content inside. Atarah raised her eyebrow at him, silently saying: how dare you question my math? But Dragomir didn’t believe her. He still spilled out the content on the marble coffee table and started counting. The big chunks of diamonds twinkled like stars against the black surface.

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.

“Together.” The moment I reached the artifact, the chamber shuddered violently. Blue and red light danced across the walls, merging into white-hot brilliance that burned into my vision. The shadow lunged forward, and instinctively, Phoenix and I extended our hands, forming a barrier of light around ourselves and the artifact.

She fought anyway, clawing at his arm, trying to throw her weight, trying to scream around the cloth, but the world had already begun to tilt sideways, her limbs turning heavy and distant, Christopher's voice still faintly audible through the front door, worried, kind, utterly unaware. The last thing Starr saw before the darkness swallowed her whole was the candlelight on the table where she'd just said yes, still burning, steady and golden, completely indifferent to the fact that everything in the room had just gone terribly, irreversibly wrong.

"I can help you wash those troubles away." Before I could reject Starr's offer, the lights went out, signaling the arrival of another performer. Luckily for me, the second the stage illuminated, I caught sight of what I'd come for. Flashes brought her into focus. Each beat, every note highlighted glimpses of someone far more stunning than I'd remembered. Diamond was ferocious, yet dainty. Intense, but subtle. Everything about her was captivating, and her music choices were impeccable. "Whore" by In This Moment was a statement about why she was here-even I picked up on that. Had she been singing, I would have felt each word delivered to me as though it were just the two of us in the room and

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

Chapter 76: The Cracks in the High-Rise The velvet box sat open on the glass coffee table. Its contents caught the light of the Manhattan penthouse. Inside was a 1932-cut diamond. It was unpolished, jagged and held a multi-billion-dollar secret. Elena stood a foot away. Her arms were crossed tightly as she stared at the diamond. For months Julian's family had looked down on her. They treated her like a distraction in his life. The Vane dynasty valued perfection. Arranged corporate mergers. They wanted a woman who could be molded into a piece of background decoration. They had no idea that this rough diamond was the Julian needed to tear down his fathers facade.