All That Glitters Gold Novels & Stories

I endured the pain in my shoulder and whispered, "What's your name?" "Ruby!" " said the girl, as she bent her head and rummaged through Galen's armour for something. Suddenly she lifted up a golden object and looked at the sunlight, and the golden object burst into a dazzling yellow glow. "Gold!" Ruby said excitedly, "You can buy food!" " I looked closely at the gold coin in Ruby's hand, and saw that the design on it seemed to have been seen somewhere. So I asked Ruby curiously, "What is the pattern on the gold coin, can I see it?" "

she stuttered as she tried to find the right words to express her intentions. The way the morning sun danced on her wet skin was like an enchanted dazzle of fairies on her silky skin. She was so beautiful… the way her lips moved as she spoke. It sent sparks of light to my groin and my heart ached for her. I had fallen in love with Goldie.

It is the world that should die! I want to destroy the world and kill all the evil people if I can! I think I hear my wolf growling. Did it wake up? Did it feel my anger and despair? Did it also want to destroy this bad world? Did it also want to kill all the nasty bastards? Suddenly, countless gold coins fell from above, interrupting the bidding. An uncountable rain of gold coins drove everyone crazy. "Gold coins! Gold coins! Pick them up!" "Don't grab it from me!"

Aldrin asked as he scratched his head “One of the duchesses has made an order for 6.” “Okay.” Mira nodded. Aldrin handed her 60 gold coins. “Do you have glittering pieces that I can use for my work?” Mira asked without confidence. She had seen the stuff in her previous life, but she didn’t know what they were called. Aldrin took her around to the sections where he had all things sparkly. Mira looked around before spotting what she wanted, the copper-colored reflective bits of metal. “This…. I want this…” Mira pointed excitedly.

There were plenty of ups like yesterday… ‘Ooh… you’re right—these glittery FLEURs look amazing with grey. Who would’ve thought!’ Goldie turned and twisted her knees to admire the thousand dollar heels strapped around her beautiful pedicured feet. ‘You finally used your brains, Dirty Rosie.’ I couldn’t hide my smile. ‘Rum wouldn’t look away from you, Miss Sparks.’

The hall of the Grand Jewelry Exhibition was a sea of light. Everywhere you looked, there was the sparkle of gold and the cold fire of diamonds. The walls were lined with velvet, and the air smelled like expensive flowers and the best perfume money could buy. Wealthy people moved through the room like slow, graceful sharks. They spoke in low voices, their eyes darting from one glass case to another, looking for the one piece of art that would make them look more powerful than their neighbors.

Adorned in splendor, rich and proud— A golden crown her head endowed, Lapis necklace on her breast, Bracelets clasped with solemn zest, Twin rings gleamed with mystic might, Cuffs of gold on feet so light, And robes that shimmered starry skies— Each jewel a throne, each cloth a guise. Through seven gates she made her way, And at each one she had to pay. A gem removed, her power waned, Her godly might was slowly drained. Stripped bare, exposed, her glory gone,

She’ll sleep better like this. I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third-degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.

Gold jewellery, crystal glassware. This bitch is living like a queen. I stalk over to her cupboards and snarl at the luxury on display. All of it was bought by stolen wealth. Stolen gold and treasures like the rats the Valdis clan were. I slammed the wooden door shut, wondering where the hell she had gone. “Sir?”

Chapter 10: The Gold Day 24th, they call it 'The Gold Day'. As its name implies, all social elites are invited to this very luxurious ball. Everyone anticipated it every month. There will be countless showcase of different rare gems, stones or painting with sky-high prices. It's simply like a day where things as expensive as gold and rubies were sold. Like an alternate party for auction houses. The only difference is that you can either buy it using 'donate' or 'flaunt your wealth'. For most of the bureaucrats here, they will do the latter.