Sparkling Diamonds Moulin Rouge Novels & Stories

Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Madame Rouge found me the second I stepped inside the private lounge. She wore a crimson gown and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Lot 13,” she purred, circling me. “Twenty-three. Virgin. Desperate. Perfect.” I wanted to run. But Jamie’s face flashed in my mind—pale, smiling through the pain. I let her lead me backstage. They gave me a black silk mask that covered half my face and a red dress that clung to every curve.

Like a dark dream. Rose petals. Deep red. Almost black in the candlelight. Scattered across the marble floor in a deliberate path. Leading from the entrance through the living room to the dining area. Like a trail of blood. Like marking territory. The dining table. Transformed. Black silk tablecloth. Crystal so fine it looked like ice. Silverware that gleamed like blades. Two settings. Intimate. Private. Perfect. And in the center—champagne. Dom Pérignon Rosé. $40,000 a bottle. Chilling in a bucket of ice carved to look like a rose. Decadent. Excessive. Exactly right.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Don't women like big, sparkling diamonds? "Because," she murmurs. "You shouldn't have to pay a lot of money and—" "Finley," I interrupt, my voice low in her ear, "we're putting on a big show, remember? Let's make it a good one." Then I take her hand and guide her back down to the larger diamonds. "One of these." Maybe it's my imagination, but she seems to deflate a little when I remind her it's merely a show. But, in the end, I convince her to choose a big, bright white diamond that sparkles so much it rivals her blue eyes.

Naturally, twinkle lights are strewn everywhere, lampposts glow and the silvery moon adds sparkly illumination. We eventually park and when I alight from the limo, my hand in Jameson’s, I’m thinking it’s nearly eleven o’clock and I can’t possibly eat another meal or even consider another dessert. Though the walk is nice, and I can certainly use the exercise. That’s not his intent, however. His intent becomes perfectly clear when we round a corner into a Vegas-lit square and there, as the crowning centerpiece… Is the red windmill. Emotion instantly overcomes me and tears sting my eyes. My hand covers my quivering lips for a moment. Then I say, “You brought me to see the Moulin Rouge?”

My very own sparkling diamond. She and the other Blue Diamonds look amazing in their Moulin Rouge-inspired costumes. Sadly nobody in the audience seems open to being distracted at the moment, not with their families' lives in the balance. While the girls shake their asses and twirl their tassels, contracts are delivered to every table demanding we hand over all of our assets to McAllister. When I get my own contract, I want to tear it to shreds of set it on fire. I don't have time to do either, however, before I hear a scream from the front of the room that chills me to my soul.

A grotesque, yellow-toothed smile stretched across his heavy face. "Juliet Sparks is the darling of the industry right now, my dear Karen," Sterling purred, his raspy voice sounding like dry leaves scraping over stone. "Her autumn collection is being touted as the defining line of the decade. Vanguard Luxe's board is offering her a fifty-million-dollar distribution deal. She is untouchable in the courtroom."

With a smooth, elegant motion of his long fingers, he flipped the lid open. Resting inside the white silk lining was a ring that defied corporate valuation. It was a flawless, radiant-cut pink diamond, a stone so incredibly rare and vibrant it seemed to trap the entire golden light of the surrounding candles within its facets. It was flanked by two trapezoid-cut white diamonds, set into a platinum band that was engraved with the ancient, subtle initials of the Wolfe and Hart estates. It was a multi-million-dollar masterpiece, a physical manifestation of an unyielding, unbreakable sovereign power.

The Burgundy Bowed Tassels of his shoes were screaming attention. While Scarlet was looking more beautiful than an angel. Her maroon, off sleeve, floor length gown was perfectly complimenting His Mauve suit. The waist band was tailored in a butterfly design with slight golden and silver shimmers, while the free end was left to hang around. Her hair were arrested in a Barbie bun atop her head, while some wayward strands of her hair were falling over her rosy cheeks. With the slightest of makeup, she looked like a Diva and the rose gold earrings were hanging down her ears occasionally brushing the shoulder blades. A simple sweet, one-diamond necklace was looking alluring over her slim neck. Th

Star wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, so she took no notice as she got dressed and got ready. Soon, she was intact and fully dressed. Magnus had made her put on a silver earring and bracelet. "Now, this is perfection," he said to himself as he stood tad far from her, looking her up and down with a smirk on his face. "He'll be blown," Magnus told her as she moved to stand in front of her mirror, smiling. Magnus had actually not done a bad job, and she couldn't deny it. He really knew how to match his color, choosing a color that made her skin pop. "So, have you ask Valentine?" Starr asked Magnus out of the blue,