Vermeil In Gold R34 Novels & Stories

Not long after, I rechecked Sophie's social media. The close-up photo of the ring had vanished. 'Good. Deleting it only means it rattled her,' I thought. I reloaded the mall membership card and handed it to Victoria. "Mom," I spoke sweetly, "there's a new drop from that luxury brand. It matches your ring perfectly. I heard Mrs. Graham and Mrs. Ewing already booked appointments." Those two were her eternal rivals—always battling over handbags, diamonds, and designer outfits. They'd flaunted new pieces just last week, and Victoria had been seething ever since.

Along the interior rim, a molten vein of alchemical glass - a deep ember-red - runs like a breathing heartbeat. Five asymmetrically placed black obsidian shards jut skyward, each carved into a razor’s edge, catching the light like falling stars. Threaded between the obsidian, pale moonstones glow with inner fire. Tiny silver filaments trace lunar phases around each gem. Across the front arch, grandfather inscribed a spiral of war-runes in obsidian ink. Flanking each temple are low-relief engravings of a phoenix’s upraised wing, rendered in platinum flash, mirroring Emberlance’s imagery. The crown’s underside is padded with midnight-blue silk from the Veiled Looms of Varistith. Finally, a hid

“See here? Every fixture is gold-plated. Master insisted. Feel the weight.” I touched it reluctantly. Cold, heavy metal. “It’s… a lot.” The living room was worse. Couches reupholstered in deep velvet with gold thread embroidery. A massive bar cart gleamed, bottles on gold coasters. “This set was custom,” the second maid chirped, prideful. “Each glass etched with the family crest in real gold leaf. Your father says only the best for his daughter’s return.”

He nodded. “Two Niflheim sapphires, twelve pieces of premium ash wood, twenty-six silver-wing dragon scales, two bolts of Hnarin fine silk-cotton, two of each of the four elemental auxiliary magic stones, twenty grams of Vanaheim diamond, six hundred grams of Vanaheim gold, and the highest-grade cooling powder…” “Nana…” He looked at me helplessly. “You’d better write that down.” Five minutes later, Kola returned with the design drawings. Seeing that I was still seated where I had been, she raised an eyebrow, then sat among the crowd, carefully studying the plans and discussing them with the other master goldsmiths.

"Maybe, let me have two other color choices," I say and they shove me into a fitting stall with three choices: deep forest green, steel silver, and a golden yellow that shifts like warm sunlight when it catches the light. Out of pure spite, I don’t try the gold first. I try the green which turns out fine but doesn't give a wow factor and the silver washes me out completely I don't step out from the dressing room in either. With a sigh, I pull the gold over my head.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

The attendees started walking behind the host setting up a display by placing a velvet tray with a what seemed a silver jewelry set with light blue diamonds. There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. Emma's eyes widened. Mark was watching her with keen eyes. The set consisted of a necklace, earrings and a ring. It looked invaluable. "No chance in hell, honey." He stated making her pout. But a glint in his eyes told me a different story. Mark gave me a secretive wink. "This set is a platinum jewelry set, adorned with... natural 'Fancy Light Blue' diamonds. They are extremely rare."

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

Inside, nestled among soft, velvety folds, lay pieces of gold – exquisite necklaces of various types. Some were delicate and dainty, adorned with tiny gemstones, while others were bold and statement-making, featuring intricate designs. The gold sparkled warmly in the light, casting a luxurious glow. Each necklace seemed to tell a story, its craftsmanship reflecting a blend of tradition and elegance. The array of pieces was breathtaking, showcasing a range of styles that would complement any taste or occasion.