Vermeil In Gold Lilia Novels & Stories

The break was brief—just long enough for cool champagne to be pressed to Lila’s lips and for gentle fingers to wipe the sweat from her brow. Victor and Jade moved around her like they’d choreographed this a hundred times, murmuring praise that made her float even as her body still trembled from the last orgasm. “Look at her,” Jade said softly, tracing a fingertip through the mess Victor had left across Lila’s back. “Absolutely perfect.” Victor returned from the toy table with a sleek black plug—medium sized, tapered, with a gleaming emerald jewel at the base that matched Jade’s gown. He held it up so Lila could see.

He’d held her hand across the table, his thumb tracing circles on her wrist, and told her she was the only thing keeping him sane. “That’s beautiful,” Lila said smiling. “I’m just worrying too much as usual, you know I like to fuss over the people I love.” She reached for her purse gracefully and added, “You deserve real happiness, not just good or even great but something truly extraordinary.” As she pulled out her lip gloss, the sleeve of her cream blouse rode up. Nestled beside Lila’s gold watch was a woven platinum bracelet, delicate yet strong, finished with a single teardrop-shaped black diamond clasp.

Then, she followed Maera. A little while later, Lillia stood dressed in lavender silk traced with silver embroidery, sheer vine-laced sleeves brushing her wrists as Maera fastened the last clasp of her jewellery. Her long silver hair fell in soft waves beneath a thin gold circlet. Selene hovered nearby, Kyla just behind her. “We should come with you,” she muttered, wide-eyed. Lillia smiled softly. “No. Stay here with Kyla. Maera and I will be back soon. I believe he summoned me because of the letter.”

"Alexander, you didn't need to—" "Please," I interrupted gently. "Open it." She lifted the lid carefully. Inside, nestled on midnight-blue velvet, lay an exquisite set of matching jewelry—a necklace, earrings, and bracelet crafted from the rarest moonstones I'd been able to acquire. The stones seemed to capture the light and transform it, creating an ethereal glow that rippled across their surfaces like water.

They’d hated that. Harlan stepped forward. “You asked for truth, Lila. Tonight you’ll have it.” They parted, revealing a stone altar I’d never seen before. On it lay a cloth-wrapped bundle. Mira unwrapped it with reverent hands. Inside was a necklace—an amulet of black metal worked with green stones that caught the candlelight and threw it back wrong. The air around it seemed to shimmer, like heat over summer roads. Power pulsed from it. I felt it in my teeth, in my bones.

he said, handing her the notebook and opening the portfolio that contained samples of the precious metals and gems the company was currently working with. "Let’s see," she said, starting to analyze the designs he had made for the special locket she wanted. "I like this one in the middle," she declared, pointing to a round locket with a laurel crown design, accented with small rubies to highlight the yellow diamonds. "It’s beautiful," George said, looking at the drawing. "What material do you want, Debbie?" "Since they’re yellow diamonds, Elliot suggested either white gold or platinum for the base, but I’ll leave that up to you both," she said, pulling a small jewelry box from her purse that

Music—deep lyres and bright flutes—wove through the gardens like invisible fingers stroking bare skin. Livia Valeria stood at the edge of the colonnade, half-hidden behind a curtain of ivy and white roses. Her jet-black hair was arranged in intricate curls, interwoven with fine golden ribbons, yet a single strand had come loose and fell over her shoulder. Her gown, fashioned from deep Tyrian purple, caressed her body as if it had been woven from the night itself. It accentuated her slender waist, the gentle curve of her hips, and her fair skin, which seemed to glow in the torchlight.

“Well, normally a new Luna would wear soft colors. But for you my dear, I’m thinking gold … for royalty. I want to do a cream color with accents of gold.” “I trust you Miss Gillery. Whatever you think is best, I will wear.” She smiled. “Thank you, my dear. Now let’s get you both fitted.”

“You should shine like a diamond, Dawn. You’re the next Luna of Silvermoon. Maybe… silver?” I laughed and nodded, letting her words roll around in my mind. Silver. Of course. The next dress I tried was just that. Silver, with a long cape and diamond embroidery across the neckline. It looked like it belonged to a queen. But… maybe not this queen. As I stepped out, both Shiela and Lilian exchanged glances, and not the good kind. “You know what,” Lilian said, grimacing, “I take back everything I said about silver. Sorry, girl, but that dress washes you out. You look kinda sickly.”