Chain Of Gold Chapter Sampler Novels & Stories

I asked as I met his gaze, then slowly lowered it to his still outstretched hand. “Here.” He said, then lowered his hand and reached into his coat, pulling out a thin golden chain with green gem encrustations. “What? what is that?” I frowned. “I hardly believe that this is the right time to gift me jewellery.” “It is not jewellery, my lady.” He clarified, then fully untangled the little chain and held it out, displaying the item with both hands. Two shorter chains hung vertically from the main spread out horizontal parent chain, and I noticed a few spring-ring latches peeking from the parent chain.

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Her refusal to become another person who called possession love. Gold met violet. The chamber exploded with light. Emmy pulled away. Ignisvath’s blood glowed on her lips. His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. The seventh chain began to crack. Dimitrius shouted, “Emmy!” She turned. The words were changing. WHAT IS GIVEN MAY BE CLAIMED. The final word shattered. New letters burned into the metal. WHAT IS FREELY GIVEN CANNOT BE STOLEN. The crack spread. Across one link.

She held it away from her neck, running it along the chain, back and forth. “Yeah...I mean no, I mean, sure, you guys can have them.” Ethan stammered, his eyes following the pendant in her slim fingers, as if it hypnotized him. “If you guys want to have one it’s fine.” There was an electricity in the air, almost as if it was energized. He could have sworn that there was a copper rim forming around Sam’s eyes, making her Blue eye deepen to a sapphire color and the green one an emerald in color.

“The silverware is four generations old and she counts it.” “Ellie.” “There will be a moment,” she said, and this was the thing she’d been building toward, the actual fear dressed up as logistics, “where she looks at you the way she looks at grant proposals. Like she’s reading the fine print.” He was quiet for a moment. He picked up the plane again, not to use it but just to hold, which she recognized as a thing he did when he was thinking seriously. “That’s fine,” he said. “Let her look.”

Noticing her gaze, Samuel raised his eyebrows and extended his long, beautiful hand to hold hers, asking with a smile, "What are you looking at?" "How rich are you, really..." she wondered aloud. Hearing this, a fleeting smile crossed his cool, narrow eyes. He looked back at her and said softly, "Didn't Bill send you a list of my assets?" He teased her further, "Afraid I'm hiding something?" Kimberly remembered the email from Bill, lying unopened in her inbox. She had never intended to look at it but decided to review it that evening thoroughly. With the topic of jewelry opened and no woman not loving jewels, a bold idea sprang to her mind. Her eyes shone with hope as she tentatively asked,

Marc nodded curtly. Charlie moved to a thick heavy wooden door, bars making a window to the darkness beyond, unlocking it, he went through. Marc descended the worn stone steps behind the guard, his eyes adjusting to the gloom slowly. They descended deep into the ground, the air becoming dense with the smell and taste of dirt. The chill gripped at Marc’s warm skin as his feet reached the final step, the compacted soil as hard as the stone of the steps under his shoes.

“How many of these have you seen?” “Out of all my traveling all over the world? Three. I’ve only seen three gold threads.” Sam whistled. “Those must be really rare.” She nodded. “They are. But there is always an issue with them.” Both Sam and I quirked up an eyebrow at her and she laughed. Shaking her head, her smile fell slightly. “At least one person with the golden connection has a fated connection as well.” My eyes widened and my hands slipped off my mug. The coffee spilled over the top of it and Sam rose into action, grabbing paper towels and cleaning up as I leaned back.

A large gnarled hand came into view. They just watched the hand. Its finger with long sharp nail pointed at Sam's direction. Three pairs of eyes looked at him. Sam swallowed his fear and nodded reluctantly. The hand disappeared momentarily. When it appeared again, a small mountain of gold coins was on the ground. Sam understood clearly. He shook his head. 'He wants to exchange gold for my Ginny!' The hand withdrew and emerged many times until there were dozens of small heaps of gold coins in front of them. Sam refused the gold coins. They were new, shiny and solid gold. And, he knew, they were just mirages of wealth.

he father answered. Pulling back the colored paper, Aurora gasped as she removed the fine gold chain from it's wrapper. The delicate strands were so thin that they were almost impossible to separate from the whole. Each strand wove into the others creating a delicate pattern resembling a braid. "It's beautiful!" she cried. "Where did you find it?"