Snowflake Diamond Necklace Novels & Stories

It probably wouldn't have been ideal for anyone else, and hell, Nikki may hate me for not making more of a production out of it, but either way, I stuck my hand into my pocket. She focused on our son, yet I knew the moment she saw the diamond that glittered in the white-gold setting. I heard the gasp seconds before she moved her fingers to her mouth. When she pulled back enough for me to see her eyes, radiant blues and deep greys feathered from her pupils, and tears pooled, threatening to cascade down her cheeks. I hated to see her cry, but this was when she was the most beautiful...when she was vulnerable.

Expensive. Her eyes went wide. "Kang, what is—" "Something I've been waiting to give you." I opened it. Watched her face. Cataloged her reaction. Her gasp. Her wonder. Her awe. The necklace was a masterpiece. A single diamond. Twenty carats. Flawless. D color. Internally perfect. Cut to catch every bit of light and throw it back like fire. Set in platinum. Surrounded by smaller diamonds—black diamonds—creating a halo of darkness around the brilliant center. Like a star in the void. Like light consumed by shadow.

I stayed silent, my thoughts elsewhere, until the emcee’s voice shifted, a note of reverence creeping in. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a truly remarkable piece—a one-of-a-kind sapphire necklace, designed by the legendary House of Laurent. This is the Star of Midnight, a 12-carat sapphire set in platinum, with diamonds sourced from conflict-free mines. Bidding starts at $500,000.” Aurora gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “Henry, that’s it. That’s ‘the’ necklace. I saw it in a magazine last month. It’s a masterpiece. We have to get it.”

NATHALIE’S POV - The snowflake pendant was already sparkling, and the tiny snowflake designs were sparkling right along with it. “Sir, are these real diamonds?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Yes, my love. The pendant is made of De Beers blue diamond. The snowflake necklace is made of Zoe diamond.” I don’t know the names he said, one thing for sure is, every diamond in this necklace is real diamonds. “You didn’t like it?” “No,” I quickly replied. “Not like that, sir. I was… surprised.” I explained. “It’s beautiful, it’s sparkling.” I praised speechlessly.

He supposed his assistant would buy her something expensive. Mel shrieked when she saw what’s inside. Damn, this man is really rich. It was a silver necklace, but it was the pendant that’s eye-catching. It was a flower design. A big diamond in the center and little ones around it. Klyde grimaced when he heard her exclaim. That shrill voice grates on his eardrums. He gave her a side-eye. “Please tell me these are real diamonds.” She quickly zoomed towards him.

So, really, I should be showing Jax my appreciation. And yet here I was, holding another box. “I think you’ll like this one,” he said. “I commissioned it from a human jeweler. Open it.” I did and gasped. Jax usually gave me diamonds and other precious gems because he said I deserved them, but this piece was different. It was a necklace with a thin chain. On the end was a delicate silver snowflake. “Silvermist will always be a part of you,” he said, smiling. “Do you like it?”

I blinked, surprised, “Wait for what?” He opened the box and nestled inside, glittering under the soft yellow light, was the most exquisite necklace I’d ever seen. A delicate chain of pure platinum, holding a single pendant shaped like a crescent moon encrusted with tiny diamonds. In the center of the crescent sat a deep blue sapphire, shaped like a teardrop. “This.” He said reverently, “Is the Nightshade Jewel.

After all, such a high starting price naturally sparked curiosity- what kind of item could be so breathtakingly beautiful to warrant such a sum? Sigourney also looked toward the stage in surprise. Indeed, the MC's excitement was justified. It was a diamond necklace, its design both luxurious and refined- crafted in the unmistakable style of old money elegance. Exquisite, yet not ostentatious. Each diamond was flawlessly cut, gleaming brilliantly under the lights without a single blemish. At the center of the necklace rested a majestic imperial jadeite- its signature deep green hue radiantly clear, untouched by even the slightest impurity.

It's a necklace pavé-set with 38 brilliant-cut diamonds, 13 emerald-cut diamonds, and a pear-shaped drop in the center. "Ahvi, I-I don't think I should wear this." "You should, this necklace comes with being the Mistress of Dark Society. It'll be perfect on you."

“Go on—open it. I think you’ll like it.” Alia glanced at him warily before slowly lifting the lid. The moment it opened, a brilliant light burst forth, almost dazzling her. Inside lay a necklace so exquisite it was impossible to look away. The chain, crafted from countless tiny diamonds, shimmered like a flowing river of stars. At its center hung a teardrop-shaped gem, as pure and radiant as moonlight, its facets refracting a kaleidoscope of colors with every movement. The intricate design was a masterpiece, showcasing the unparalleled skill of a master jeweler. Even Alia, who had seen her fair share of treasures as a thief, found herself momentarily awestruck.