Sparkling Diamonds Moulin Rouge Novels & Stories

The audience would get a show of a different kind. It didn't get any easier to control my urges when she changed for her next dance or when I sat at the bar and watched her cast a spell on me, stripping to "Skin." There was something about the way Diamond connected her body to Rihanna's music that did me in. And I'd never tire of seeing her drop a corset during a song's climax; although, I could do without anyone else witnessing it.

I spare a glance at Nick, who’s walking alongside me, his palm at the small of my back (where I like it) as the maître d’—dressed in grey tails with gloves—escorts us to the table Claire has reserved for us against the wall of windows that overlooks the marina. I’ve chosen a satiny sapphire, slightly off-the-shoulder sheath with complementary platform shoes that have Swarovski crystals embedded in the five-inch heels. I’m carrying a sparkly silver triangular clutch with a diamond-encrusted ring handle. Forgoing a necklace, I instead found the perfect pair of flashy diamond-and-platinum dangling earrings and a matching tennis bracelet in my new jewelry wardrobe.

Tony cleared his glass desk and fumbled to open the champagne while Hannah wrangled up some glasses. “This is a very nice bottle. You see the sparkling artwork here,” I said. The bottle had sparkling diamonds along the side. “You shouldn’t have.” Hannah returned with the glasses. “Yes, I had to! I’ve had this in my refrigerator just waiting for a moment like this.” We toasted the gallery’s success. “To us!” Hannah threw her glass back.

"You are life to me. You are melody and the breath of flowers, you are honey and spice, you are my present and my future, you are my very soul. Apart from you, I have no soul." He couldn't stop smiling, he then planted a kiss on my lips. I followed him to the belly of the yacht and stepped into the small lounge. He showed off the bedroom, the dining room. "Be my guest. What can I offer you." "I don't know." "Do you care for champagne?" "Which champagne." "A taste of diamonds." "You must be kidding. That's like the most expensive champagne in the world. It costs $2.7 million if am not wrong." I said, sitting at the small round table, expecting to be blown away.

"Have you ever heard of the Moulin Rouge?" Xander asks randomly after thirty minutes of driving in silence. "Moulin what?" I turn my body to him in curiosity. "The Moulin Rouge. It's a cabaret of some sort, the highlight of Paris if you will. In my opinion, it's far much better than the eiffel tower at night or any other time. It's so full of color, life, spirit, joy and art it's crazy. I last remember going there with my mother and siblings when I was fifteen, and it was yet the most mesmerizing show I've ever been to.

“ Look at the wine glasses on all the tables.” “ They are intact…”, she notes. “ Exactly!” “The wine must be awful... I'll talk to the waiter right away!” “ Wait…”, I grab her arm, forcing her body to stay where it is. “ What color is the girls' dress?” “ Red, a shade brighter than wine, but still red.” “And what is the name of the cabaret that went down in French history?” “ The Moulin rouge (red mill).” “ You're not that dumb..”.

People in diamonds holding champagne. “See? Not so bad.” Lucien’s hand was still on her waist. He seemed to realize it. Dropped it quickly. “Drink?” “Please.” He flagged down a waiter. Handed her champagne. Their fingers brushed. He pulled back like she’d burned him. “Lucien! There you are!” A woman in red descended on them. Fifties. Too much jewelry. “And this must be the famous Arielle.” The next hour was a blur of names and handshakes. Everyone wanted to meet her. Everyone had opinions.

We'd been working toward this moment for months. I nodded, composing myself as the music shifted to our segment. Our models began their carefully choreographed entrance, and immediately I could hear the appreciative murmurs from the audience. Elegant Realm's designs captivated everyone's attention. Not only did our jewelry sparkle magnificently, but the models' gowns and styling perfectly complemented each piece. When Eiffel finally emerged wearing our pigeon-blood ruby centerpiece, the audience gasped audibly. The deep red stone seemed to generate its own light against her throat, radiating pure luxury.

"Do you want to get us killed?" "I know." Jimmy nodded. "But we are safe." Taegen looked at him with confusion. He didn't understand how he could be so brave and confident. He looked around him and saw the beautiful rainbow above them. The gold sparkles were falling so gracefully, making the landscape even more magical. He turned and saw Jimmy smiling while opening his arms wide to let the sparkles fall on his palms. His eyes then moved to the water and gulped when he realized the mermaids were swimming right under them.

Spark laughingly said, “Madame, it is your birthday today, I came here to wish you personally. This is a 100-year-old ginseng, even I had to jump through hoops to buy it for three million dollars, just to give it to you as a birthday gift.” Upon hearing that the ginseng was worth that much money, Madame Claire could not contain her joy. She immediately received it with a greedy grin from ear to ear. As Spark gazed at Lady Dorothy, he was mesmerized by her beauty. It was obvious to everyone that he desired her. In fact, he had been yearning for her for a long time. He spoke softly, “Dorothy, I’ve heard about your little incident with the Gates family. It just so happens that my father has a c