Novel & Cerita A Touch Of Gold And Madness Series Order

"Don't touch it! It will destroy your hands! Moana!" "Hold still!" I screamed through my gritted teeth, my tears freezing on my cheeks as I pulled against the heavy net. The gold light in my vision flared brighter, blinding me, consuming everything. It wasn't just coming from my eyes anymore; it was erupting from the red burn mark on my chest—the rejection mark. The golden energy traveled down my arms, pouring directly into the silver net. The metal began to glow, not with the cold, toxic white of silver, but with the deep, ancient gold of the sacred bond.

I fell down to the ground and coughed a lot of blood. "Where's your friend?" "I sent him back to New York. He's a part of the 7 Gold Lifes now." I said as I got up from the ground. I wiped the blood from my mouth and looked at Kristopher again. "I already told you since your training that you can't touch the 7 Gold Lifes." He bursted angrily at me and he threw a vase right to my head. It broke and cut a lot of my skin. "I'm sorry." I said as I looked down to the ground.

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

He would let her make the moves Rafe's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Mirabella pounce on him. He slowly stood up, his gaze never leaving her. Mirabella kept her eyes locked with his, and she could feel the heat radiating between them. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and stepped closer still. Rafe seemed to be mesmerized by her, and he reached out and touched her fur. Mirabella shivered at the contact, and she could feel the electricity between them.

Ashen reached inward. The warmth expanded— gold, soft, steady. Then— shadow to the left, flame to the right, gold in the center. Ashen inhaled and whispered, “Merge.” The chamber erupted with light. Shadow spun into flame. Flame wove into gold. Gold pulled them into alignment. Ashen screamed— not in pain, but in overwhelming force— and the entire library shook. I roared his name. “ASHEN!” He looked up at me— eyes blazing gold, not with possession but with identity.

“Nothing good is convenient.” She crossed the workshop floor — four steps over sawdust and the smell of linseed — and when she reached him she thought of all the things she had been given in her life that she had never chosen: the name, the estate, the topiary spheres, the obligation and the silverware and the seating chart. And she thought of Marlene’s coffee, dark and honest, and the bottle labeled ghost, and the way he had smiled at her in June as if she had said something genuinely funny, which she had.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

If anything, love had made her even more beautiful. Daniel, now a man with silver in his hair, let out a quiet, self-mocking laugh. He took a step back, retreating into the shadows behind the curtains. Time had slipped away. She still stood in the light. And he had long since been swallowed by the darkness. (The End)

Blood clouded my vision, and sharp pain stabbed my head. Elias had a gash on his forehead, blood streaming down in a steady flow, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, straining to lift me up. In a daze, the scene felt strangely familiar. At that moment, the comments exploded. 'Whoa, everyone! Isn't this the scene from when the male and female leads died in their past life? Could it be that they're regaining their memories?'

Auto Saved Word Count 1178 23/70 ••~~CORIAN~~•• I hate people touching my stuff. Golden rule. Because when people touch your things, they leave prints. And prints leave memories. I don’t do memories. Not after they’re gone. Maddison Summers just broke my golden rule. Again. And this time, she’s going to learn. I circled her, letting my eyes drag over every inch of her slippery body. She tried to cover herself, arms wrapping her torso.