All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter Poster Novels & Stories

Second scene: Melora alone in her room. She muttered to her reflection, "More tears. You have to make them ache for you." Then, a cruel smile. "Stupid, stupid Kressa. Everything you had is mine now." Third scene: Melora sneaking gold from the temple. Giving it to the Harpy through a secret tunnel. "Mom, here's the money for this month." She smiled greedily. "Once I take over the temple completely, I'll give you more." Scene after scene played. Every frame exposed Melora's true face.

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

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!"

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.

A few whispered rapidly to their neighbors, hands covering their mouths. The sheer extravagance of the gift felt unreal, especially after the tiny, almost insulting offer from the Reynolds earlier. The announcer did not pause long. He moved to the lady in the middle, who held a tray with both hands. Five bars of glittering gold rested upon it, each one reflecting the hall lights with a blinding shine. “Leux gold bars,” the announcer said, pointing at the tray. His tone carried weight, and even the air felt heavier for a moment.

Her words are almost sarcastic but still hold a serious tone. I look down and see my hands are covered with gold. An awfully gooey, dripping golden liquid. No matter how hard I wipe it, it stays there. Looking even more down I see the grass where I've been laying seems to be frosted with this gold. "What's happening?" Leigh and I both ask in shock. As the wind sways other grass touch the gold and go gilt.

The auctioneer nodded at Aiden and then clapped her hands, signaling her men to bring up the next item for auction. A glass case was then pushed onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, let us put some light on the next item.” The lights in the hall were turned off, leaving only a spotlight that illuminated the glass case. The auctioneer revealed the cloth to show a dazzling sparkle of gold underneath. “Woah!” Cries of astonishment echoed across the hall. “Could that be the Golden Toad? It’s golden and shaped like a toad, and it looks vividly alive!”

Clinton said earnestly, looking at Goldie. “Well, Zimmerman, this is the first time you’ve shown so much care toward me. I'm so flattered. It's a pity that you won’t accept me. I’m not interested in Silva so I can only look for the next target. I don't believe there is anyone whom I will get caught up in and can’t break free from. It’ll be better if you don’t say anything, but since you said it, I really want to give it a try,” Goldie replied indifferently. Who was Goldie Rogers?

I could hear people talking, and through the windows in the doors, I could see a crowd gathering outside. Curious, I headed out into the hall to see what was going on. The crowd had gathered around a bulletin board, and upon closer inspection, I saw that several posters had been put up. I pushed my way forward to get a better look. “ROYAL ALERT,” the posters read. “Missing sapphire brooch; important royal heirloom belonging to the Princess. Please see attached photograph. Anyone who returns the brooch to the King’s Beta will receive an award in the sum of five hundred dollars.”

This Polo Club was the tackiest place that boasted an interior design unlike any other. I felt I was floating in a world of neon lights, glittery surfaces, and retro-futuristic details. Every wall was covered in iridescent silver wallpaper that reflects the colorful lights from the floor. All the large, giant, grotesque sculptures were vulgar and looked like a desperate display of the owner's personal ego or the extension of their dicks. "Everything is gold and everything is worth more than 500 grand. Have you ever been to a place like this, Miss Lewyn?" Alpha Kyle gloated.