Novelas y relatos de Vermeil In Gold

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

She needed a library. "The hunt begins," she said, clutching the silver swan in her palm. The Queen’s Research Notes : • The Metal: High-purity silver with a trace amount of palladium. Rare. Only three mines in the southern ridge produce this specific alloy. • The Technique: Micro-mechanical engineering. This isn't the work of a hobbyist. It requires a specialized forge—one with a high-precision bellows and a jeweler's lathe. • The Clue: The coordinates on the vellum. They don't point to a location; they point to a volume in the Royal Archive.

“Where is it?” Smirking, he steps around the armchair and picks up the glass jar I’m sure contained cotton balls at one point. Strands of gold and silver light swirl inside the jar, intertwining, caressing, wrapping themselves around each other. “I’ve never seen it like this,” I say. “Not even mine. It’s usually blue and red. Sometimes black. But never gold and silver. Agatha’s right. This is…potent, more powerful than anything I’ve ever managed to produce.”

It’s a small pretty charm that just sparkles when it moves. The other charm is the one that gets me the most though and I pale as I stare at the tiny little metal circle, stamped with the image of a dandelion head that’s as clear as day. Embossed into the silver and filled in with a darker almost black inlay so it pops out beautifully. Why would he choose this?

Something that required a different kind of attention. "Platinum," she said, holding up a sample. "Durable. Heavier than gold. It will last." "White gold," Alexander said. "He wears yellow gold now — his father's watch. But white gold would complement without matching." She looked at him with something like respect. "You've thought about this." "I've been paying attention," he said.

It was strange. "I was honestly afraid of the answer," I admitted. "So what is it you're trying to get abuelo to sign over?" "Okay then," he rubbed the side of his face, "in less complicated terms I'm in the precious materials and gem industry." "Like gold and diamonds?" I asked. "Gold," yes he nodded, "rhodium," he cleared his throat. "Rhodium?" "It's the most expensive metal there is out there." "I thought that was platinum."

Isaac said and looked at me, ' It is safe for the baby or babies, whatever the case may be," he said and winked. Mason looked at it suspiciously. I saw the gold and hoped it wasn't gold plated silver because we couldn't trust anyone these days. "The Frrrozen Haute Chocolate has got chocolate ice cream that comprises of twenty-eight cocoas. Fourteen of the cocoas are the most expensive, adorned in edible gold. The goblet it is served in contains more edible gold lining in the bottom. On top of that, there is an 18-carat gold bracelet that has 1 carat of embedded diamonds special for your madame," he said and smiled at me. "Does this come in silver?" I asked, and he looked at me funny.

“Any particular color scheme?” “Champagne and gold,” I said, pulling out a swatch of the fabric we’d chosen. She selected a few necklaces for me to try—a simple pearl pendant on a gold chain, a more elaborate gold filigree piece with tiny diamonds, and a vintage-looking gold locket with a small champagne diamond at its center.

Of course he had. It wasn't white. It wasn't the demure pastel shade Evelyn had suggested in the files to "show submission." It was gold. Deep, shimmering, liquid gold that hugged every curve of my body like a second skin. It had a plunging neckline that walked the fine line between elegant and scandalous, and a slit that went all the way up my thigh. It was a statement. It was a roar. "You look..." Mrs. Gable paused, her hands clasped over her chest. "Like a Queen, dear. Truly."

she tells me and pulls out a golden one. "How's this?" She asks and smirks when she sees the spark in my eyes. This particular one gives the vibes of something a queen will wear. The golden mesh material does not only have threads of gold woven into it, it also has pieces of gold attached to specific parts of the dress that give it such a divine glow. "What the hell?!" I panic. This one is more womanly and queen like with the gold, but the other dress has pink precious stones attached to it, and it just makes me think of a princess. Damn it. What the hell. I can not even choose between the two.