All That Glitters Isn't Gold Novels & Stories

The whispers escalated, each path calling to us individually: Crimson: “Desire… power… pleasure. Take what you crave and be free.” Gold: “Control… safety… dominance. Sacrifice nothing, gain everything.” Silver: “Unity… loyalty… truth. Risk everything for one another.” Elliot’s gaze met mine. “We choose together. There’s no room for individual temptation. If anyone falters, it will cost us all.”

If you've made it this far, I officially (read that in your best ditzy, Californian accent) LOVE you all! <3 (I'm from San Diego California myself, no shade Golden State :)) What can I say? It's been a journey writing this novel, this entire series really. At first, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to create a sequel for "Not All That Glitters" but I'm so glad I did. I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two.

Inara said and they all looked at her. “See, she knows what she’s talking about. Forget the glitter … there is no glitter,” Besnik said. “What is this glitter for the vampires?” Granit asked and Inara laughed again. “It’s a different movie and not applicable here at all. Bes is right, forget that glitter exists,” Inara said. “Okay, glitter does not exist,” Kadri said as he wiped his mouth. “I understand now. No glitter ever.”

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.

"Don't be so mean huh. At Least I'm far better than your pretentious friend huh. I am open like a book and my intentions are known to all…" "Is that supposed to be your question?" Lily interrupted, not interested in her rants and balderdash. Now she is trying to rope her best friend into her rubbish. "Well, I was going to ask a question but I guess you are not in the mood for it. Then, I will just leave you with saying...All that glitters isn't gold…Soon you will thank me. I will leave now." "Be sure to leave this house too. Your stay has long expired!" Lily yelled behind her. What on earth will make her be grateful to someone like her. She hissed.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

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!"

On the other hand, this only paved the way for a giant golden hall with an even bigger obstacle. — Another occasion! Slipping away from the lessons! What do you think this golden thing in your head means? Wait a moment, where is your diadem? Do you realize how expensive it is ?! — The old corpse decorated in jewels, literally from head to toe, spoke while his bodyguards watched my every movement as if I could cause some harm to his beloved old cheese bag.

The ballroom glittered with a thousand golden lights, each crystal chandelier reflecting the wealth and power of the people beneath them. Cassandra Blake smoothed the silver satin of her gown, the fabric soft against her palm, a reminder to keep her mask in place. In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity.

The second person, who was standing over her head, made a cut on Akshara's finger and collected it in the glass bowl and added some other liquids to examine the effect. Akshara could barely see what was happening above her head and what they were trying to do was mysterious but still, she protested in all the ways she could. The liquid poured into the glass bowl turned its colour from red to gold. The third female said after examining the effect of liquid, “Virgin… but the liquid turned to gold.” Apart from the shouting of Akshara, the trio of females discussed something about the test results of turning gold. Akshara’s ear keenly noted some of their whispers, “If it’s gold, there is only on