Steven White Diamond Novels & Stories

he said softly, while Steven stayed focused on his phone, looking as if this entire situation bored him. Reluctantly, I followed the assistant into a room filled with breathtaking white gowns. Each one was more elegant than the last, yet standing among them felt surreal—like I was in someone else’s wedding. The assistant held up a gown adorned with delicate diamond stones. “This one is a limited edition. The detailing is exquisite.” She lifted it toward the light, making the diamonds sparkle. “Diamonds?” I whispered, shocked. “Isn’t that… too expensive?” The assistant smiled. “Mr. Steven owns this fashion house. He wouldn’t mind you choosing something extraordinary.”

He’s here for a purpose, but his mind — she suspects — is not entirely on this. The second tray is brought forward. The lights seem to burn brighter against the diamond’s surface. “Fifteen carats,” the saleswoman says, her voice almost a whisper. “Internally flawless. D-color — the purest white diamond possible. Estimated at nine point two million.” Mrs. Vallerand inhales sharply, eyes glistening as if she’s in love with the stone herself. “Oh, Bianca, that is a statement. A ring that says you are exactly who you are — destined for something greater.”

"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information." Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room. “Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless.

I noticed the note in the center of the flowers and the gold chain that was wrapped around the stems. * Come be a family one last time, my little pumpkin -Dly* upon further inspection, I unclasped the chain and held up a single 3 karat sapphire rose charm. I smiled as the tears began to well up in my eyes. Dylan was playing games with my heart. he was acting like the mysterious romantic man he used to be now. playing a treasure hunt with me like I didn't already know where to find him. I got back on my rickshaw and proceeded to the Comodo Place Hotel. Dylan would be there waiting for me, hopefully, and not another clue.

I said in my deep voice before she closed her mouth, and I wiped the line of cum that had dribbled down her lips before I let her go. With a huge smile on his face, Diamond said, “Just look at yourself, Stephanie; you’re nothing but a cum-filty whore.” He stepped behind her, hooked his strong hands under her armpits, and pulled her up to her feet. Now, she stood between us, with me in front of her and Diamond behind her, the tips of our cocks touching her ass and stomach. Diamond slid his hand beneath her breasts and weighed them in his hands, watching them bounce before squeezing them and occasionally tweaking her nipples, which began to stiffen. “I can never get over these nice tits of you

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.

"Don't let your low muzzle get ahead of your actual rank, Derek. Your wolf is nothing more than Alpha Yates's obedient lapdog on the trail. My claws have already figured out all your so-called achievements across the territory. If my heart wants that diamond for Malia, my hand just needs to make one single call to Alpha Yates's den. Did your tiny brain really think your name was somebody important in this forest?" "My wolf may be nobody to your eyes, but at least my name is not you, Mr. Whittemore," I reply completely calmly, standing up from my seat. "And my mouth will say it one more time for your ears—even if your own Alpha father himself came begging to my boots, the King of Diamonds wou

“Yes!” He scooped me up into his arms and spun me in a circle. As he settled me down, he removed the ring from the box and asked for my hand. The ring was gorgeous. It was a simple thin band with a twist, into an oval cut white stone at the top. Then my memory flashed back at me. It was similar to the one I had pointed out in the jewelry shop that we had been to. “White gold, 2 carat diamond.” Damian confirmed.

“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.

The accident killed an elderly taxi driver who happened to be passing by, an innocent victim who died from the possibility of Aaron speeding drunk with his friends and running a red light. Is this Aaron Silverwhite… the same Mr. White? Brian was still unsure. Mr. White was a genius man who seemed so competent and cold. Brian always thought that the man’s youth was spent endlessly studying and attending school. However, these… speeding, drunken and reckless driving through a red light, and killing one person as well, is an irresponsible act; a far cry from the familiar Mr. White reflection. Nevertheless, this article cannot be wrong. Although rarely mentioned and as if it was hidden, Mr. Whit