Novel & Cerita All That Glitters Is Not Gold Book

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

There were no other things except for the book. Right! It was one of the ten secret treasures of the realm, ‘The Sacred Book Of Answers’ or also knows as, ‘The Oracle'. “Do you know why I brought you here?” Diamond shook his head and stared at his uncle’s hands when he held the floating book on his grip easily. From what he knew, that sacred book has its own soul and it would punish the person with a dark intentions. If the book don’t like the person's soul and he will hold it, it would instantly burn him alive even the kings with powers. It’s both magical and mysterious that’s why king Roswell decided to hide it in a hidden room where pure souls could only enter.

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.

Each dress was luxurious, perfect, attention grabbing, yet none felt quite right. Then she saw a single gown gleaming under the light, separated from the others. Gold, drenched in tiny crystals that caught every glow, sparkling like liquid stars. She lifted the gown carefully, tracing the fabric with her fingers. The front plunged into a bold Vshape that would reveal the curve of her cleavage, trailing elegantly down to her upper abdomen, framed with delicate crystals. Armless, it would hug her shoulders and collarbone perfectly. And the back was completely open, exposing her spine, held only by thin crystal lined straps that shimmered. The gown flowed softly to the floor.

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.

"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.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

Then one Lord shouted. “She lies ! There was no treasure!” That seemed to get the Lords and Ladies riled up. She stood then quiet, closed her eyes and did as Khepri had told her. She stilled her mind and thought of the jewel being in her hand and when she opened her eyes the jewel appeared inside her hand. It sparkled and gleamed giving off a rainbow hue form the light refracting off of it making the crowd go oh and ah as they looked on. One lady yelled.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

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.