All That Glitters Gold Novels & Stories

24 Turns out the saying is actually true. Not all that glitters is gold. When River was doing those nice things, I thought he was a good person and I could trust him, I even hurriedly agreed to a relationship with him hoping and trusting he wasn’t like other men. Unknown to me, he was worse than other men, I regret ever meeting him.

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

As expected, Gillian's house was a blast. His house was a futuristic style house. It wasn't large or close to the size of a mansion, but it was considerably big and painted gold. Literally, the house was polished with metallic gold paint. Along with the printed glasses, it gave the house a luxurious exterior appearance. When I got inside, I wasn't disappointed. I already had my guess that Gillian was clean, but the house helped me confirm it. The interior was neatly arranged and the rose gold glitter wall paint was spotless. Gillian probably had a thing for the word "gold" because his furniture was metallic white gold.

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

“I hear that your Elite Warrior program is one of the best in all the Werewolf territories. I would very much like to see one of our Elite’s go up against one of yours. Perhaps, once our alliance if formalized, we could have a bit of a contest to celebrate.” Ben nodded, and when I dared peek at him through my lashes, I could see a wide grin on his face. “Both myself and my Pack would love that, Alpha Lord Grizzle.” Werewolf Packs were always very competitive. “Perhaps we could even arrange for our champion to go against yours, Silver Myst.” My family all burst out laughing before Luna Lannie spoke again. “Sadly, we have no idea who Silver Myst is.” “My mate speaks the truth,” Lord Grizzle ad

The gold web is pulsating, alive, and it just woke up. And it doesn't want to be alone.

This was the stillness of a dog that has bitten before and knows it doesn’t need to bark every time. “Well,” he said. “Sleeping Beauty lives.” My mouth was dry enough that speaking hurt a little. “I try not to disappoint.” His eyes stayed on me a second longer than I liked. Then he tilted his head slightly, and the moonlight slipping through the high broken windows caught at his eyes. Gold. Not bright. Not theatrical. Not some glowing fairytale nonsense. Just a faint wrong gleam where human eyes should only have reflected and let go of the light. Here it caught and stayed a fraction too long, dull and predatory, like an ember buried under flesh.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

"Us, I know that, but-" "-Gold is very stable, as I've said in the past. No matter the shape it's in, it's equally valuable. This chain… is a physical representation of what we have between us- our dynamic and promises in crystalline form, there in the stone. This set together should tell you, so long as yer honest, it doesn't matter if you stumble down a whole flight of steps, I'll have yer back- not that I want you takin' a spill down the steps, please don't do that, haha." Since he'd never been good at 'talks', he had to try to add some comic relief.