Bronze By Ellen Tracy Novels & Stories

Driven by survival and deep-seated maternal fury, the older woman reached out with her right hand, her fingers closing tightly around the solid brass antique candlestick sitting on the hall console. With a desperate scream of rage, Helen swung the brass candlestick with all the strength left in her frail body. CRACK! The solid metal slammed brutally against the side of Tracy's temple. The sickening sound of metal connecting with bone and flesh echoed off the high ceiling like a gunshot. Tracy's screaming cut off in an instant. Her eyes rolled backward into her head, the wild madness in her face instantly draining into blank, empty shock. Her hands slipped from Helen's silk robe like lifeless

Vivienne says, venom dripping in her voice. “Hello to you too, Vivienne,” Tracy says, as a smug smile gracing her face. “I can see life is treating you well.” Tracy flips her hair backward, deliberately showing off the bracelet on her wrist. It seems she wanted Vivienne to see the bracelet because once Vivienne’s eyes land on it, her eyes bulged with anger. The bracelet looks familiar, but I’m too busy watching the soap opera in front of me to care where I saw it. “I have a job unlike some people, so of course life is treating me well.”

Through the door, I could still hear Felix and Robert raging and shouting frantic threats. "Tasha, just you wait! This isn't over!" I leaned back against the door, listening to their curses fade down the hallway, and smirked. Not over? Fine by me. I'd see this through with them to the bitter end. I pulled up Temu on my phone and found the listing for their ten-dollar fake gold bangle. Then, I immediately placed an order for a hundred of them. After that, I took the appraisal certificate with its raised embossed seal and placed it side-by-side with the heavy, solid gold bangle. I snapped high-definition photos from every conceivable angle, ensuring the gleam of real gold practically radiated

Once I made some money, I donated half my savings to those in need who couldn't afford medical treatment. I wanted to make up for some of the guilt I felt toward Daniel's family. During an auction, I spent several million dollars on a diamond ring and gave it to myself. I had to start treating myself better. After leaving the auction, I stood by my car. My driver opened the door for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a beggar dressed in rags, his hair and beard tangled. Our eyes met. He almost stepped forward but then hesitated.

“You’re late.” “I was exactly on time,” Daniel said. “Noon is late. Eleven-fifty is on time.” She went away. Eleanor wrapped both hands around the mug. The coffee was, in fact, not burnt. It was very good — dark and clean, no theatrics. She said so. “Marlene roasts her own,” Daniel said. “She’d die before she’d tell you that, though. She doesn’t want the compliment.” “What does she want?” He thought about it. “For people to come back.”

Tyr asked. “More than a million. It’s freaking cheap! I also bought a gold bracelet for Connie, which was said to be worn by a princess during the Victorian era,” Dickson replied, taking out the bracelet and showing it off. “Look at it, Brother Tyr! Isn’t it glittering?” Tyr was speechless for a moment.

His face was a mask of unyielding granite, his eyes as dark and impenetrable as the abyss. ​"Mother. I see you’ve met Elara and Leo," Julian said, his voice flat. ​"You’ve lost your mind!" Beatrice screamed, her composure finally beginning to fray at the edges. She pointed a trembling, manicured finger at Elara. "You’re bringing this gold-digger back into our sanctuary? After she cheated you? After she lied about that... that brat—" ​"Beatrice," Elara interrupted, standing up slowly. The height difference was negligible, but Elara’s presence seemed to fill the room, pushing Beatrice back an inch. She walked toward the older woman, her eyes like chips of flint catching the morning sun.

Bronze has always seen what I am. But then Bronze adds, “You’re so strong you don’t even need the camp.” I blink, stunned. “What?”

Seeing that Mick had a favor to ask, Trippy was naturally eager to seize the opportunity to get in his good graces. "Don't worry, Mr. Crane!" He promptly replied. "Just leave it to me!" Returning to Treasure Measure, he went up to the first man who had come and said, "Hey, brother… Did you come to buy the bronze sculpture from Mr. Cole?" The man asked warily, "You know about the bronze sculpture?" "Of course!" Trippy grinned. "I know all too well—it's actually famous here in Aurous Hill."

I screamed as the liquid moved toward my heart. But as the silver took me, I saw something that made my blood turn to ice. The Gold Bryan didn't kill the real Bryan. Instead, he started to melt. He turned into a puddle of silver that flowed toward the real Bryan, soaking into his skin. Bryan opened his eyes. They weren't brown anymore. They were solid, glowing gold. "Thank you for the upgrade, Hazel," Bryan said. He stood up, his voice echoing with the power of the city. "Now, let's start the final chapter."