All That Glitters Isn't Gold Novels & Stories

"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.

From the bed, Sugar whispered loudly on purpose, “Goodnight, Goldie. Dream of emerald tiaras and Alpha abs.” I threw the emerald tiara at the wall.

I needed to find him. Dimitri lifted my face, looking me clearly in the eyes, his eyes were red, and the more you stared into them, the more you could see the flecks of gold. The gold seemed to melt and spread the more I stared. "Forget your old life." His words were ringing in my ears, were they coming from inside my head? The entire room had melted away, all I could see was gold. Beautiful, melting gold. It was spreading, making me feel warmer. "Forget your old life," his words rang through me again.

Gold's life is like a dream. Admittedly, his social status in life boosts his ego. As stated, Gold loves hearing compliments from anyone—he loves it when people tell him that his life is like a dream. He loves it when they say he's a pretty boy. He loves it when they say that he has such wonderful and hardworking parents. He loves it. He loves everything that boosts his ego, and maybe, that is the very reason why he hates falling short.

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.

“I should be the one worried. I don’t even want to ask how much your dress costs.” “Says the one wearing obvious designers.” I rolled my eyes as we entered the car. “Courtesy of Lara, the only woman to love me for my gold digging ways.” He gave a fake bow before starting the car. **** “Oh shit.” Vincent gasped. He was not exaggerating his reaction. As we slowly approached the huge ballroom, I began to feel out of place. Vincent stopped the car for the valet to park. We both alighted the car. Vincent took my hand and wrapped it around his and we both made our way to the entrance.

It shimmered and sparkled like it had sequins on it. Gold and I had a very tricky relationship. If there was too much yellow in it, it made me look sallow. Not enough yellow and I looked jaundiced. I narrowed my gaze on Svetlana. She probably knew this, had orchestrated it. I walked over to the sheath dress. Put my arm against the glittering fabric. Shuddered internally. "Do you have something else for me to wear? That's going to wash me out." Her green eyes widened as if I'd just asked to butt fuck her. "Net. You wear this or you wear nothing." She stabbed her finger in my chest. "You ungrateful little bitch."

MELVIN There was nothing more enticing than Gold and he knew that for sure , the sight of the gold had sent everyone heart racing including myself as I thought about a lot of things It could do with the money, it was quite a lot to honest and deep he knew if he wanted the Gold he had to do according to what what they were asking him it was obvious what side the council were on, those greedy old men that could sell their souls for anything if you just name the price.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

I turned it under the light, tilting it until I saw exactly what I was looking for. The faintest line along the edge — a seam where gold plating had chipped off, revealing dull brass underneath. Gotcha. “Real gold doesn’t peel,” I said softly, holding it up so everyone could see. “And real diamonds don’t reflect rainbow light like this. They reflect white. Pure white.” Gasps. Murmurs. A few phones came up discreetly. Ruth’s face went pale. Watterson’s smirk vanished completely. “Looks like your royal piece just lost its crown,” I added, setting it back down.