Yor Forger Earrings Novels & Stories

She smiles and bows behind me. “Very well miss, until later then.” After she leaves, I begin to put on my other jewellery that has been selected for tonight. All the pieces in my collection have been specially crafted and each is unique to me because their eyes are green emeralds to match my eyes. Tonight, everything I'm wearing is white-gold and they are all dragons in one variation or another. The earrings I chose are shaped to fit around the outside of my ear. The dragon’s head sits at the top looking forward and the wings curl to cup my ear while the tail snakes down to dangle just past my lobe.

"But change the clasp. If a woman is paying two million dollars for a pair of earrings, she shouldn’t have to struggle for twenty minutes just to put them on. Make it simple, smooth, and secure." "Got it," Kany said, typing out the adjustments. "I'll have the design team fix the chokers and run a prototype. Anything else?" "Yeah. Tell the marketing team to drop the gold foil theme for the press invites," Victoria said, leaning back. "It’s tacky. We go with matte black and silver velvet. Keep it high-class." —— Meanwhile, across the city in his ultra-modern, heavily fortified private penthouse, Giordano was definitely not resting.

I went to our bedroom and, sitting on my bed, I opened my bedside drawer. I took out the pile of letters and the last gift he had sent me; a pair of earrings from the village of Frindor. I smiled faintly as I looked at the beautiful silver earrings set, with an array of jewels in aqua blues and greens with some purple. They were intricate and beyond beautiful.

Precisely one week before the ceremony, Eason comes with me to a jewelry store to pick up a gift from my mom. I am sitting by the window, admiring my mom’s gift to me in the sunlight. It is a pair of teardrop-shaped earrings, with shimmering, round pearls as the main gemstones, which exude a soft pink luster. The pearls are surrounded by a halo of sparkling diamonds.

The earrings were the same, drop earrings with a delicate chain that threaded through the ear and in the middle, sat a thin half hoop that hung over the ear to keep the earrings in place before the chain continued until the pendant at the bottom ended it. The bangle featured a rigid band alongside the same thin, delicate chain that had the same pendant sitting in the middle. The set was called 'Meteora', appropriate, given the motif. The owner came back and ushered Everleigh into a changing room. I took the jewellery set and placed it on the counter, waiting for the older woman to ring me up.

"Honey, I am all set." She announced her presence displaying an exact blend of sophistication and elegance; a stunning beauty clad in a blue tight-fitting dress that showed all her bulges, which she combined with studs and an expensive golden bracelet, matching them with golden bangles, a pair of nice wedges and a white handbag with a golden clip.

I moved towards the table and unlatched the silver clasps on the box, lifted the lid, and took a breath. The contents shone underneath the soft interior lights like they were breathing. There were three tiers. The top shelf had neckpieces—one was a waterfall design, delicate and fluid. Another was a collar-style choker, bold and commanding. The third was a single strand, clean, classic, and elegant. Beneath that were earrings and bracelets. Every piece was custom-designed. One pair of earrings caught my eye. It was pear-shaped drops with a halo of smaller stones, paired with a matching tennis bracelet.

She has our matching earrings on, her necklace with her rings on it, and the diamond anklet I gave her with black stilettos. I remember when we bought the earrings, she was getting Stephany’s ears pierced and wanted genuine fourteen karat gold and diamond earrings for her to wear because that’s her birthstone. I happened to be leaning on a case that had wedding sets in it, and saw the odd shape the diamond earrings were cut in! Amory offered to go half on it with me, since they wouldn’t sell me just the one.

The first two are small, gleaming nipple clamps delicate gold hoops with tiny weights that sway with every breath she takes, tugging just enough to keep her nipples hard and aching under the thin fabric. The third is a slim gold chain that runs between the clamps, dipping low across her sternum like a necklace no one else can see unless the dress shifts just right. The fourth is thicker, heavier: a gold ring piercing her clit hood, freshly done this afternoon in a private clinic Victor owns. The barbell is short but the ring hangs below it, brushing her swollen nub with every step, sending electric jolts straight up her spine. The fifth and final ring is the largest: a wide, polished gold ba