A Taste Of Gold And Iron の小説・ストーリー

but as they got closer, what they saw was a fortified city big enough to be called its own country. Yen smiled as he looked at the Iron walls and the gates that glimmered with gold and said "so this is my new home"

Chapter One hundred and Ninety one Desiree The common thing by about each room in the palace us the Gold aesthetic that most of them have to them. That touch of Gold will never seems to go extinct , no matter how cheap people have classified it as, it still holds this aura of royalty a kind of aura that never fades the kind of aura that gives ever green royalty is what I feel gold entails though there are many other precious elements expensive than Gold itself but to me, it still holds this clean Royalty vibe.

I’m going to try to hold on if I could for her sake and mine. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my arm causing me to wince as I looked down to see blood flowing from a long cut into a metal bowl underneath it, I started to heal but felt a little tingling running down my arm around the cut. I happened to glance to my side to see Jade holding the now bloody blade with a grin that could rival the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, she was clearly enjoying my suffering but that’s pretty normal for her…evil bitch. I was feeling more and more woozy as the time ticked on and my wound still hadn’t completely healed, maybe it was due to the blood loss I had just experienced…..nope this was caused b

He felt thirsty when he saw Nica bit her lip. Nica did not know how it suddenly happened that she is in his arms and his lips are on hers. She gasped when he deepened the kiss and his tongue did not waste the chance. She was disgusted by Philip's kiss, but now it was the opposite. She felt drunk with the smell of his breath. Every movement of his lips and tongue was aggressive yet gentle. Only if he was not out of breath, he would not let go of her lips. "I'm addicted to your lips." He said in a husky voice.

The jewelry she adorned herself with, a combination of sapphire, aquamarine, white pearl, and surrounded by small diamonds, added an extra layer of elegance to her ensemble. "Oh, I really love your badass, Blythe," she praised herself. She couldn't take her eyes off her reflection in the mirror. "Oh, cut the crap! I need to go in the fire!" she interrupted her self-fantasy. She picked up her perfume and sprayed it all over her body. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a paper on the table. "What is this again, Blessie? Another kind of bullshit?" she asked herself, reading what was written on it.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

It was late one Friday evening when everything finally reached another breaking point and brought our hidden war once again into the open. Lucas arrived home earlier than usual, accompanied as usual by Chloe. I was seated comfortably inside the living room, quietly reading a book, dressed simply yet elegantly in soft silk clothing, looking completely composed and unbothered. I heard their voices echoing from the entrance hall — Chloe’s loud, giggling laughter mixed with Lucas’s deep charming tone, clearly both happy, relaxed, and enjoying each other’s company completely. Moments later, they walked together straight into the living room hand‑in‑hand, their fingers tightly locked together, bod

It was a test of whether I'd fill the silence with something stupid. "That metal doesn't run out," I said. "It's not coal, not gold, not anything you dig until the hole's empty. Pull everything you can carry out this year and there's just as much sitting there next year. Whatever Ironmaw takes from it doesn't shrink what's left. It's the same well, and there's room at it for both of us." "And what does Ironmaw get from a war fought over your family's debts." "Strength that doesn't come from blood or borders. Money the rest of the South will never see coming, for as long as that ground keeps producing, which is forever. You're not doing me a favor. You're building something that outlasts both

Was she already seeing shapes and colors, or was she still waiting in darkness while I stood in a palace that wasn’t mine? The gold I’d earned—fifty pieces, an unimaginable fortune—had to be with him by now. That thought was the only thing keeping my knees from buckling. A soft knock made me jump. “Enter,” I called, my voice cracking. Two servants carried in trays laden with food. Roasted chicken glistening with herbs, bowls of steaming vegetables, fresh bread, and a pitcher of what smelled like spiced wine. They set everything on a low table near the window without a word, though their eyes flicked over me with open curiosity. One of them, a young woman with braided hair, hesitated.