Sparkling Diamonds Moulin Rouge Novels & Stories

SPARKLE! Gold coins rolled across the bedsheets! Deep red ruby necklaces caught the light from the glass window, sparkling like bright red fire! Silver rings with large clear diamonds glittered right next to Emily’s hands! Emily’s dark eyes went wide with pure greed! Her breath caught in her throat as she reached out her fingers, sliding them through the pile of warm gold and heavy jewels! "Oh, Xavier!" Emily gasped out, pulling a long gold necklace with a huge red ruby right up to her neck. "It is all so beautiful!"

It was covered in multicolored crystals that looked like an explosion of fireworks had landed all over her. She wore a pair of long diamond drop earrings that were on loan from Madam Z and part of a Renee Lewis collection. On her pointer finger she had a large round ring with a burst of diamonds set in white gold. It was also on loan from Madam Z and part of a Leo Pizzo collection.

Chapter 16: The New Blueprint The morning air in the West Village was really crisp. It smelled like coffee and old paper from the corner bookstore. Elena sat at a table watching how the sunlight caught the wedding band on her left hand. The wedding band was a gold band now. The five-carat Vane diamond was tucked away in a safe. They only brought it out for parties where they still played the part.

He also has an envelope in his other hand and bottle of the zero-alcohol bubbles we tried at the picnic. He looks from me to Lena. “Sorry but these are for Mia this time.” “I’ll forgive you,” Lena says. “What is all this?” I ask. I step aside so he can come in and I shut the door. “The third anniversary night,” he says. “The last one I promised you.” I stare at him. He steps inside. “I have tickets to the Féerie at Moulin Rouge. VIP.” “No,” I say. He stops. “No?” “This is beautiful,” I say. “It’s thoughtful. It’s kind. Three days ago I would have wanted it more than anything. But I don’t want it now.”

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.

Aphrodite stands up with a satisfied look and snaps her fingers. When I blink, there is a rush of warm air that smells a little like roses. We transport to a room filled with deep red and green velvet furniture accented with exotic animal furs and a giant fireplace. It isn’t like the light, airy room we were just in. This room reminds me of a play Bronx took me to see called Moulin Rouge.

“That reminds me, I didn’t know that my cousin could be that manly.” Maisie burst out laughing. “He was quite manly when we were at Winston Island too.” Ryleigh got close to her and blinked. “You got him and Mr. Goldmann to become spokespeople for your jewelry brand. That’s a smart use of resources. Did Mr. Goldmann get angry?” Maisie gnashed her teeth. “He’s quite happy about it.” So happy she almost couldn’t get out of bed. At that moment, Tanner and Helios appeared outside of the room together. Tanner was holding two bottles of Remy Martin in his hands, which cost around $6,000.

I mumbled. Phoenix looked back at me again and smirked, " Do you have mood swings or what? A while ago, you were shaking with fear and now you're angry" he said. I huffed, " Let me be angry, they're a perfect distraction for my fear" I answered and sipped from my wine glass, the liquid burned my throat as I swallowed. He collected the glass from me and dropped it on the table. I glared at him, and reached for the glass again, but he moved it away, and grabbed my wrist.

Crossing the room, he made his way to the dwindling fire, and threw a few logs upon it. "I see you've found the infamous Red Aurora," replied Richard by way of an answer, holding up a sparkling blue gem of immense proportions up to the firelight. "It found its way to us in the gullet of a goose," replied Edward, and took up the dusty decanter from its dark corner of the room. "Whisky, Sonjica?" "Don't mind if I do," Sonjica agreed, removing his hat to the hat-rack.

I ended the call before he could finish that sentence. The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we arrived at the private lounge of Glow Jewelry. Hugo pulled out a chair for me, whispering, “I just want to make sure your finger is happy before the night comes.” Across from us, Madame Valeria Glow—a refined woman with silver hair and an ivory-white suit—opened a purple velvet box. Three ring designs were displayed: a pale blue oval sapphire flanked by baguette diamonds, a light yellow marquise set in rose gold, and lastly, a large colorless brilliant cut surrounded by a halo as delicate as morning dew.