All That Glitters Isn't Gold Novels & Stories

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."

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?”

“No, obviously, I don’t.” A mocking smirk curled up her red, plump lips. “Obviously, I expected that. I could ask you to kneel and wipe my shoe with your tongue, but even that, you are not fit for, you trash. My shoe is worth more than your entire life and that of your generation.” A chorus of chuckles erupted from her clique, their eyes gleaming with malicious delight. I let them laugh, because the last laugh was going to be all mine. Was I affected? Why would I? There is a saying that not all that glitters is gold, and she was a perfect criterion of that phrase—adorned in beauty and luxury, but her grotesque character reeked to the high heavens.

Emma Volkov The chandeliers were dripping diamonds. That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stepped into the ballroom—how the light fractured into a thousand shards and scattered itself over silk gowns, polished shoes, and the sharp edges of power. Everything gleamed. Everything pretended. That was the way of galas like this: beautiful lies wrapped in gold.

She was just a little child who lost everything and was trapped in the water in her attempt to find her necklace. We were taken down and finally, we were almost blinded by the sudden light. When we were able to look, the fishes had gone and all we saw were shiny things, the place was a bed of Gold, decked with silver, rubies, and Jade. We saw a skeleton with a large golden crown on its head and there were even more shiny things enclosed in cases. Bloom sat on the Gold. "I'm sorry Kimberly." She said and her look was something I couldn't take.

It was late August, the light turning golden and emphatic. Does what bother me? The — disparity. The obvious disparity. You mean that you’re rich and I’m not. I mean that your entire workshop probably costs less than my car. Your car gets thirty-one miles to the gallon, he said. Mine gets nineteen. So in some metrics, you’re ahead. Daniel.

Flash after flash illuminated the room as we posed with other attendees, soaking in the limelight and reveling in the moment. Amidst the crowd, Aunt Serene, beckoned me over. Her elegant gown shimmered in shades of emerald green, reflecting her timeless grace. She introduced me to several famous brand ambassadors, their names whispered in awe: Jacob Barnes, the iconic face of luxury watches; Isabella Martinez, renowned for her ethereal beauty and grace; and James Sullivan, a charismatic influencer with a magnetic smile.

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,

Gold is beautiful. It shines like the sun, it never tarnishes, and the whole world chases it. But standing here, buried under layers of silk, lace, and diamonds, I realized one cruel truth. Gold makes the strongest chains. And right now, I was walking willingly into mine.

What I asked for was taken away by his smooth words. "Look at the stars miss, I have got silver in them, look at the morning sun whenever you wake up and you would see the gold I have. I can't afford a golden ring and its sparkles, but I can afford a loving heart, the only one I have right now. Silver and Gold I have not in reality but In the stars, money have I none, please miss give me a chance." He added. I have never been so impressed with words I have never been tickled so much. My ears felt like falling.