Brown Money Pieces Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how much they’re worth.” I rolled each olive-sized jewel around. Too many to count, preciously sparking under the rising moon. The blues and green felt like brand new colours to me, so unique, deep and rich. Living for so long with dull, faded red painted doors, grey concrete walls and purple velvet slave-wear my mind's palette was painfully dull and small.

I told her. “Whatever you want, babes! You know what, I will even buy you a few diamond necklaces, and some for your baby! Get some cute pink diamonds if it’s a girl, and blue if it’s a boy. I’m a rich bitch thanks to Tank Man’s blood money.” Cara laughed, waving the black card in her hand. Lorenzo looked at her amused, chuckling slightly as he shook his head. He often had that soft expression whenever he looked at her, and I always felt like crying that they were so happy together.

As Fran inspected the piece of jewelry, she smiled and said, “Not only is Darany a little dragon, but darling Chanlina, too? They hoard anything related to money and coins to their family.” Sam asked, “What do you mean, Mom?” Fran said, “This jewelry is an antique, and that stone is a ruby. It’s real.” Dara and Soriya had their mouths agape in astonishment. Keith said, “How much do you it’s worth?” Fran shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve seen a few like it. I’d say roughly around at least one or two.” Dara asked, “One or two what?” Soriya asked, “Hundred or thousand.”

This place was the perfect place to practice it before she joins the set. Ashley immediately turned on her unique skill. The first was on the upper steel shelves. Those were the so-called high-order wools with the highest probability of winning according to the experts. Of course, these were expensive. But the result disappointed Ashley, most of them were just crystals. Although not all of them were crystals and there ones that contained jade from time to time, but the color was very mixed which was not a good jade. Even if it was opened, it would not make any money, so Ashley did not want to waste this time on a bad jade.

————————————————————————————— The grand hall was a spectacle of light and luxury. Massive chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, their crystals reflecting the golden glow of hundreds of candles. Every corner of the room exuded opulence, from the silk banners bearing the Avariel crest to the polished marble floors that gleamed underfoot. Yet, despite the grandeur, Emilia felt like an outsider at her own wedding.

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.

At twenty-five, the engagement ring engraved with ancient vows, with which he swore he would marry no one but me, for better or for worse. ... One by one, memory by memory. Once treasured, now all a joke. Without a shred of sentimentality, I took photos and uploaded them to the Rogue black market. The price: one silver coin. Regardless of their original billion-coin value, each item was listed for one silver coin. These tokens, once symbols of the Black Moon Pack's highest honor, quickly caused a sensation on the black market and were sold out in an instant. Just as I had sent the last of them off, the door was violently thrown open.

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

"This piece of Imperial Green is actually the size of a pigeon egg? It's not worth much even if it's made into an accessory!" "Yes! Mr. Zhang suffered a big loss this time. Fortunately, I didn't continue to bid just now. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to afford the pair of underpants!" "Stone gambling has risks, especially for top-notch raw stones like this one!" The group of people shook their heads and sighed. None of them had expected this to be the result of the finale.

As it is in another building but is still connected to the pack mansion. The room exuded an elegant aura, adorned with rich mahogany furniture and gold accents. It was a mixture of three colors: the shades of the furniture, gold, and their official color, black. It ain't easy to pull off this kind of combination, but surprisingly, it fits Blood Moon quite well. Uncle Frank really must've liked the superb quality of mahogany, as it displays in his choice of essential decor.