All That Glitters Gold Novels & Stories

I glanced up, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The dress he held out was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. It was a sparkly gold masterpiece that seemed to radiate its own light. The fabric glimmered under the room's soft illumination, cascading in a waterfall of golden sequins. With every subtle shift, the sequins caught the light, creating the illusion of liquid gold flowing over the surface.

Her cheeks glittered gold and her hair shinning yellow, caught the sun, and glowed more. She was beautiful, which made me even more annoyed. She was a Gem. Gems were beings who were outragiously good-looking and could get men to fall at their feet with a toss of their tressels. Her kind didn't ride the bus. Yet, here she was, flaunting her 'assets'. "Can't see it," I lied. One quick sweep of the floor gave me away. "It’s right there." She pointed at it. "Oh. There. Didn't see it." I ignored her.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

I whisper in her ear, hugging her back full body once the gold completely returns. Once she lefts go, luckily, the gold doesn't flow out again. The feeling of her love enveloping me lingers. "Everything I touch with my...golden tip? Is, um, also turning gold. How are we getting rid of the gilt?" Kilyn practically begs. "Mund ta heqim gishtin." The doctor suggests something with a shrug.

Not the white, impossible brilliance Adelaide carried like a secret star. Gold. Dense. Ancient-looking. The kind that didn’t sparkle but glowed, as if heated from the inside by a memory older than the stone itself. It bled through the projection in clean filaments, not as chaos, but as design, the way scripture appears when fire licks ink from a hidden page. A murmur broke loose around the table, quickly strangled back into silence. The sound died so fast it left a vacuum behind it, and in that vacuum the chamber’s heat seemed to press closer, eager to hear what Apollo would do.

She glanced to the side; Gladia followed Lia’s gaze with a frown. “What is it this time?” Gladia jeered. Light and airy footsteps echoed in the distance, as if whoever owned those feet were walking on air, and then golden light began to shine from Gladia’s chest. It was the pendant — the gold sparkling against Gladia’s white shirt. “What—what is this?!” Gladia’s hiss rose to a shriek, clawing at the pendant as though it had turned molten, burning her. Her fingers tore at the chain, but it refused to snap. The glow only intensified, crawling across her skin like fireflies turning into flames.

It's amazing how she sees herself so differently when everyone around her dislikes her. "Hate to break it to you, Claire, but I'm afraid not everyone who witnessed your delusion agrees with you. You see, no one is perfect, everyone has their flaws and weaknesses. And honey, those who brag, don't have. If you keep saying how successful, how rich and how awesome your life is, then darling, your insecurity is showing. And what's with that gold metaphor? Don't you know that nothing lasts forever? Gold or no gold, you must always know the difference between being honestly pure gold or just simply gold-plated. You must understand that not everything is set in stone, what you call gold right now is

I grabbed the crystal like I meant to throw it, like if it shattered, at least the truth would be loud and final. And in that split second, Something flared. A golden light bloomed inside the crystal. Not a reflection. Not lantern light. A living, molten glow that pulsed like a heartbeat. I froze mid-motion, breath caught in my throat, arms locked in the air. The crystal burned warm in my palms. Gold. Real gold. Alive. And the light didn’t just glow. It answered.

Jessica led her companions along a path of pure, unblemished crystal, its surface smooth and unyielding, reflecting their weary forms in stark clarity. Her golden glow flickered, a defiant ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a living force, pulsing with the strength of every battle won against deception, truth, hunger, growth, finality, pacts, origins, voids, promises, and the nexus’s own doubt.

I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine. "It's a page from my book." Dad and Grey were intrigued. "What does it say?" dad asked. I attached it and read the words. "The Lunar Golden Jade is a counter to the–" I paused in my tracks. "– to the Dark Moon Sapphire. He who wears the Jade is known as the one in 'Green and Gold'." Dad was blown away and so was Grey. I couldn't believe it. I was the one in 'green and gold'. Grey looked more confident than ever; he had a smirk on his face. He turned to my dad.