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I groan great he could be after me for any reason. “Until we find out who it is, you must never take your necklace off.” I look down at the Gemstone. I really haven’t had any more dreams of that vicious wolf since I started wearing it. “My nights have been peaceful since wearing this. I won’t take it off, but what is it made of.” “Amethyst and hell stone, hard to find and even harder to forge.” “It must be pretty expensive. Thank you, Raina.” “You don’t have to thank me. You’re Iris’ sister therefore;, you are my family. I do anything to protect my family...” She goes silent, and her eyes look sad as they always do when she remembers their past. Iris hugs her quietly before pulling away and

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

Iris asked, "Mrs. Jefferson, what were you saying earlier?" "Oh, it's nothing… The distance is too far for me to see clearly, but pigeon blood rubies are always of high quality," Susan answered. "You're making me itch to get one. I have yellow and blue sapphires at home, but not a red ruby." "Let's go to an auction together sometime. Maybe we'll find one that catches our eye," Susan suggested. "Great idea!" Iris said.

Liam remarks to Michel. While glancing out the car window, Liam closes the file. "Hey, let me have a look at this pink one," Rose says to the lady, pointing to the pink diamond. "Yes ma'am, just a minute," the lady says as she hands a little black pendant to a customer. "This is an ordinary pink diamond with a scratch that represents a lost love. Would you like to see the purple one we have?" With a smile, the lady inquires of Rose. "If there are more colours of it, then I can think of more things," Rose explains with a nod.

All the same, Yanlong felt quite refreshed after reorganizing her mind. She moved on to the next stone. The red ruby. She doesn't have to hold the stone to know it's pulsing with the strongest of the fire power. She herself might be a fire power, but trying to channel this kind of thing, she would be roasted into charcoal. She would take it to Huomei later. She checked the purple amethyst right after the ruby. It's pure ambient power, however, once again far too strong for Yanlong to use directly. The rose colored quartz.. Full of air power, once again, too strong for Yanlong to channel directly.

"I'll give you a present, and you smile at me, okay?" Quintas came closer to Coriselle and said. Coriselle just looked at him and didn't know how to respond yet. Quintas then brought out a dark red teardrop-shaped gemstone. The gem floats with a layer of dark red light, although very light, but set off the gem more beautiful. Quintas placed the gem on Coriselle's chest and whispered a blood spell. The gems gradually dissipate into powerful energy infused into the child's body.

If it’s not us, it’ll be someone else. He pulls something from his pocket and drops it on the desk. The sound is a soft click against the wood. I pick up the round — metal alloy with a quartz tip — they used on Samiel. — Quartz, huh? — I study the bullet. — They’re getting bold. Onyx and amethyst slow us down, burn like hell. They use those rounds when they want to put up boundaries. But they don’t kill us. Quartz though… the damned sacred stone…

The old lady smiled warmly and nodded. “Try them on!” “But… this is far too valuable!” Inside the rosewood box nestled a pair of earrings so green and lustrous they looked like morning dew captured in gemstone. Each teardrop-shaped piece was roughly 30 by 15 millimeters, crafted from flawless chrysoprase—a rare and radiant apple-green stone often mistaken for jade in older eras. Set in antique gold with fine milgrain detailing, they shimmered with the elegance of old-world luxury. In today’s market, the pair would be worth several million at auction.

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

"Here you go. I made this for you." Rosie opens the box. Inside is a simple crystal necklace of Rose Quartz. "Rose Quartz for my friend Rosie," I explain. "Rose Quartz will bring you love and healing." A single tear rolls down her cheek. "Thank you, Slone. I cannot say I have anything like this."