روايات وقصص ضمن Vermeil In Gold R34

he smiled, setting the box on the glass counter, popping it open for us to see inside. We all step forward and look down at the delicate ring inside. A three-carat brilliant round cut solitaire diamond sat perfectly centered where a fourteen karat yellow gold, fourteen karats white gold, and fourteen karats rose gold intersected. We chose this style so that each band represented us while the diamond that unites them is our Riko.

It was beautiful; it was made of a partly see-through violet silk top with a built-in slightly darker violet bra, with golden straps made up of small coins, that ran over the shoulders, down the sides, across her chest and under, highlighting her breasts. There was a large jewelled diamond situated between her breasts that had three more chains of gold coins dropping and then looping up to the sides of her breasts. The sleeves were the same see-through silk falling off the shoulders to sit just above the elbow, with another chain of gold coins sitting just above it. The skirt was the same see-through violet silk, being just that little darker around her private area. The same golden coins ma

But he found, as with everything else, if you had enough money, nothing was impossible. He’d chosen bronze because he loved the contrast of the golden metal against Josie’s fair skin and it matched well with the golden streaks in her hair. But the stones, he’d been adamant that they match her eyes. Aquamarines, rarely found on the market, were embedded in the metal, creating a dazzling jeweled choker that would look stunning against her skin and provide a perfect accompaniment to her gorgeous eyes.

Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye. Three symbols stand out each time I look. The first is the moon outlined in silver, then the sun outlined in gold, and lastly, in the center of it all, a necklace with a stone, wrought in so deep a yellow it can't be anything but gold. The hood to her cloak is still on, so when we meet in the clearing, I can't see Merlin's face at all. She doesn't make any moves to pull it off, and that's fine by me. I didn't come here to look at her face.

He popped the silver clasps and lifted the lid, revealing the centerpiece of their entire winter season. Kany leaned forward, her eyes going completely wide as she took in the gorgeous colors. "Oh wow, Vee. This is absolutely unreal." To represent the idea of Rebirth, the jewelry set used a beautiful and bright color combination of deep midnight black and vibrant neon green. The set included a thick, heavy collar necklace, two matching drop earrings, and a massive statement ring that looked like a shield. The base of the entire necklace was made from solid white gold that had been treated to turn completely pitch black, like charcoal or burnt wood.

Worse was the gold silk mini dress, silver made my eyes pop vibrantly, and gold made me look like a washed-out hooker. ,

And laid right beside it, wrapped in silk, is a gown. I reach out, my scarred fingertips brushing the fabric. It isn't the deep, muted forest green of Silvercrest. It isn't the earthy, rich brown of Downridge. It’s silk woven from threads the color of molten gold and liquid amber—the color of a midday sun breaking over a frozen peaks. "He managed to get it past the primary scanners," I whisper, a tear finally cutting through the dust on my cheek.

Red velvet—bold, dramatic. Midnight blue satin—sleek, mysterious. Champagne gold—soft, romantic. Black lace overlay—edgy, sensual. Each time she stepped out, the women oohed and aahed. Each time she looked in the mirror, she saw a different version of herself. None of them felt quite like her. The gold one came last. Shimmering, floor-length, with a slit up the thigh and thin straps that crossed in the back. It clung like a second skin, then flared softly at the bottom.

Everything’s set. I went back inside my domain, heading to the room and to my vault, deciding that a nice statement ring would bring my whole look together. I decided on a rusty red sphalerite set in gold, the stone shining and catching in the light. “You’re gonna be my little lucky stone, alright?” I cooed to it.

But it’s the color that steals my breath: deep crimson, almost scarlet. It’s not a ruby. I’ve seen rubies. This is… different. Brighter somehow, more vivid, like someone distilled the color red down to its purest form. Malachi’s ring goes on my right hand. His is rose gold with smaller diamonds trailing around it like stars. Jaxon slides his onto my left hand, stacking with Ronan’s. It’s bold, white gold with an alexandrite center stone surrounded by diamonds. I hold up both hands, staring at them.