Novel & Cerita A Taste Of Gold And Iron

Her thin, pale fingers reached behind her neck and unclasped a silver chain, revealing a polished emerald pendant. It was a rich green, smooth and warm against my skin, carrying a quiet, reassuring glow. With trembling hands, she fastened the chain around my neck. "This pendant was given to me by your grandmother, a blessing for a lifetime of peace. "I'm giving it to you now. I don’t wish for you to be rich or powerful—only to live a safe and peaceful life." There was sorrow in her gaze—the kind only a mother would have in her final moments, knowing she was about to leave her child behind.

“Haven’t you noticed? I’m quite charming.” I threw my head back and laughed. “I made her realize how much I loved her daughter. I won’t trade you for anything.” “Not even gold?” I asked. He nudged his nose against mine. “Not even that.” --The End

The Golden Leaf. I had been overwhelmed with pain and adrenalin that I’d forgotten the shining Golden Leaf in front of us. All the hardship and suffering we’d endured was because of this. And now it was in front of us. I smiled, a feeling of pride dawning upon me. We walked over to the glass box. Zak stared in disbelief at the sheer beauty of the Golden Leaf, as it continued to shimmer and emit scintillating golden rays. “We’ve done it!” Señor Ramirez exclaimed.

“The metal. All the metal. Without you, I’d be trapped in this room.” As soon as she says it, the pieces fall together and I’m suddenly aware, there is a lot of metal in everyday furniture and buildings that was missing in her valley. Most of my furniture is on metal frames, the furniture and door handles, the window casings, even switches for lamps. In fact, the champagne glass that I offered her had a metal stem. “The jeep. It burned you. Is that what touching metal does to you?” Darby shrugs in my arms. “Yes and no. It’s not all metal—iron, in particular, and its alloys.”

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

I placed my bag and collapsed upon my bed as I slowly let the silence consume me into the earth. Across the river stretched the city skyline, and it glowed through the thin curtains. Tall buildings shone like gold, out of reach instead. Somewhere out there, people lived easy, comfortable, golden lives. But that wasn’t my world. Not yet. I quickly got freshened up and had my dinner with Mama. I helped her with the dishes and said goodnight to her. I pulled my scratchy blanket a little closer and whispered to myself, "One day, I’ll make sure Mama will never lift another pan again. One day, Nick will no longer say I'm serious when he thinks about me. One day, all of this hard time will be worth

“I kept waiting to feel like I was giving something up today. At the house, at the office. It never came. I just kept feeling lighter.” I looked out at the gold spreading across the towers. “It’s a beautiful place. It was just never mine the way the packs are mine. I know that now.” Gideon didn’t say anything to that. He just reached across the table and covered my hand with his, and we sat there while the gold burned down into blue and the city switched over to its evening self, glittering below us like it wanted to be remembered fondly. It was during dessert that I felt it through the bond.

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.