A Taste Of Gold And Iron の小説・ストーリー

Lukrezia I sat in my bed, remembering last night, it was the rehearsal dinner and all the attended guests were here to celebrate the groom and bride, I wore a long beige and gold dress with embroideries all over it with straps hanging low on my arms. it showed my broad shoulders and my neck, I sat in the room getting ready for the dinner, my hair was curled in loss waves, with two strands pulled back, I went with long gold earring with hanging shimmering straps and a simple bracelet to match it.

“I… I’m not sure.” “May I taste it again?” I swallowed hard. Adrian’s eyes deepened, a blue so intense it seemed to burn through me, a haze of heat simmering behind it. It rattled my already unsteady breath. “You… want to try again?”

"You can probably fool one or two rich ladies with the photos you've taken. We're not really asking much from you by making you pay a fine of 1.28 million dollars." Not only did he make me sound like a greedy, materialistic person, but the manager had also put the other customers who were dining here down. I took a glance at his name tag. His name was Joseph Hill. "Mr. Hill, someone like you is more suited to be a fortune teller. Being a manager is a waste of your talent. You could tell so much about me without asking me any questions. You must have some sort of psychic powers!" Joseph's expression hardened.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

" The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening. "Jayden, how on earth could you afford such a pricey piece? This place is crawling with the rich. You must've swiped it from someone! "If you're broke and can't even buy a meal, just say the word. You can bag up the leftovers from the party later. "You think you can get away with stealing? A kid raised by a thief is bound to end up in trouble, maybe even get knocked around," Henry sneered. I felt a surge of anger at his words. "Henry, zip it! You have no right to talk about my kid like that!"

Only his closet door stood ajar on a bare wardrobe. I stood at the doorframe for eternity, feeling utterly drained, the quaking voice of Claire, Adrian’s pathetic excuses, and some dim person from last night’s resurfacing felt like a surreal touch washed off from my skin. Deepest regrets came slamming through, and for the next thirty seconds, I found myself cursing in the bathroom, the shower at maximum heat, I thought, because nothing would really wash the filth off anyway. Downstairs, starvation hit me like a ton of bricks. I retrieved some eggs and bread and tried to concentrate on the minimal act of cooking against the ensuing chaos of the last forty-eight hours. The phone rang.

The Silver Mines did not merely extract ore; they extracted hope. As we crouched on the jagged ridge overlooking the complex, the sheer scale of the horror became apparent. The mountain, once a sacred peak of the southern ranges, had been hollowed out like a rotting tooth. Great iron refineries belched thick, silver-tinted smoke into the violet sky, and the sound of a thousand hammers striking stone created a rhythmic, soul-crushing percussion that drowned out the wind.