A Golden Opportunity Novels & Stories

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

I had no idea what had occurred yet, but whatever it was had apparently shattered his perfectly constructed world. I knew Jay had once bragged about an investment opportunity — something "low-risk, high-reward." A man with slick charm and golden promises had told him that if he invested now, his money would double in three months. Triple, even. Jay, being the opportunist, had sunk a fortune without hesitation. But, as all cons do, the man disappeared. The company said the perpetrator worked alone and was now somewhere in the wind. They could only provide a ten percent refund — a pitiful token.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

I heard him say and I said it along with him. "Such opportunities don't come easily and often. So once you have it, you don't mess it up. Even if you want to mess it up, then your reason better be a good one. In your case, I don't see why you should miss it. It's a huge event. I don't think your boss can take you away in the presence of many like that. So If I were you, I would not miss this lifetime great opportunity to share what I can do with people who may want to invest in my ideas. That is how billionaires began their success stories. It is always about presenting their ideas to the world and finding someone to invest in it," I heard Black say and it put a smile on my face. "Thank you,

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

Thomas says, standing a few feet away. Hearing the man's name causes Melina's brain to recall his face. She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him right away. "Thomas, thank God you're here." the man takes his arm away from Melina's neck. "I am willing to double the prize to 10 million dollars," Xiao Zhan says as he walks toward Thomas. Melina's eyes widened as she heard the prize that was just offered for her. "Is that so?" Thomas pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.

Amaliah got a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the table. “Well, you wouldn’t believe it! You know Skyline Corp?” “Of course, everyone knows Skyline. Only the best and fastest tech company in the world. What’s up? “Well, Gwen just sent me a link and voila! It’s an application link to several job opportunities in the company.” “Wow. That is news indeed. Skyline rarely hires new staff and when they do it is strictly based on very high recommendations.”

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

"This is an invitation letter to attend the launching, Grandma. You do know what that means, don't you?" The old lady was excited when she saw that and immediately took the invitation letter to open it. Her hands could not help but tremble slightly with excitement as she said, "This…this is good news! This ceremony is by invitation only and the words here are printed in gold font! If it was black font instead of gold, it means that we were invited but only given a chance to secure a quota in the project. Gold font means that the quota has already been reserved for us!" "Grandma! Did you…see that right?" Stanley's complexion instantly soured and he hurriedly asked the old lady.