Chain Of Gold Chapter Sampler Novels & Stories

Chains: I got up this morning and got ready for my day but didn't know what I was doing anymore. Everyday it is the exact same thing everyday I get up take a shower and go to the diner to see her after that I head to the club. Nobody knows how I feel about her hell I don't even think she knows. I spend most of my time sitting at a booth watching her from afar. I always get put in her section and I just order my food that is it. There is no small talk because I'm afraid if I put myself out there I won't survive being hurt again. To put it mildly I'm terrified of her rejecting me.

Share your thoughts in the comments section. If you enjoyed this chapter and you are enjoying the book so far please vote, add to library and reading list and also share. Thanks If you wouldn't mind making a cover, please message me. Thanks. "For the time being yes, we will have to tie her up with silver chains because it might have worn out by then." Sam answered.

What was the point of gold, after all, he decided if it didn’t look like gold. “Lovely. Do any of these catch your eye?” Blake Nilem crossed to the counter. Faith was already opening cabinets and taking out trays of chains. He nodded at some, shook his head at others, and lay three upon the glass. Jasper ran his eye over the chains. “That one,” he picked one that would sit flat against the skin, the links layered like snake scales. “Wonderful. A pendant?”

"This is what you deserve. Our paths will never cross again." I returned to the pack with Lucien. We held another marking ceremony. He placed the moonstone necklace against my chest, held me close, and whispered in my ear, "Scarlett, no one matters more than you.." (The End)

"Us, I know that, but-" "-Gold is very stable, as I've said in the past. No matter the shape it's in, it's equally valuable. This chain… is a physical representation of what we have between us- our dynamic and promises in crystalline form, there in the stone. This set together should tell you, so long as yer honest, it doesn't matter if you stumble down a whole flight of steps, I'll have yer back- not that I want you takin' a spill down the steps, please don't do that, haha." Since he'd never been good at 'talks', he had to try to add some comic relief.

He opened the folder afresh, skimming the pages faster than ever and repeated this for about two more times. "Mr McAllister? Is something wrong?" asked Mitch. Charles flashed Joanne a dark foreboding look. Like a dark sky before a storm. "Where's my Quantity Bid? Sure as shit isn't in here." Charles boomed.

was now the owner. Ivy walked straight to the top floor. She pushed open the heavy oak doors of the boardroom. The room was full of older men in dark suits. At the head of the table sat Julian’s father, Arthur Vane. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week. When he saw Ivy, he jumped to his feet. "Ivy! Thank God you're here," Arthur said, his voice trembling. "There has been a mistake. A company called St. Claire Diamonds bought our debt. They are trying to take over. You have to talk to Julian. He said you can fix this."

Rather excitedly, he picked up something I couldn't yet see and straightened. Piper let out a gasp as she reached out to touch the thinnest gold chain I had ever seen in my life. No wonder we had almost missed it. Quite childishly, the beta raised the chain above her reach and then gave it to me when she had turned away from him in annoyance. I examined the 24K jewellery and took a sniff. It was certainly the Alpha’s. “It looks like something a female would wear, right?” Piper queried, moving closer to get a better look.

she said after giving him the list. Timothee skimmed through the paper, momentarily frowning when he did not find anything of use. "Are you sure it's the same list?" He asked solemnly. Samantha fixed her glasses. "Don't you see the date or what?" She asked, now offended. "It's the same list." Like every other raw material order slip, she wrote the name of the supplier; Golden Faze. "Look at this," he passed her a necklace. Just looking at it, Samantha could tell the pearls were fake.

A jewelry box. I opened it slowly. Inside, nestled on black velvet, was a set of jewelry that took my breath away. A delicate silver necklace with a single emerald teardrop pendant, surrounded by tiny diamonds that sparkled like captured stars. Matching earrings, small emerald drops framed in silver. A thin silver bracelet with a tiny emerald charm. I stared at them, my heart pounding. He thought of everything. I slipped on the necklace. The emerald rested just above my collarbone, cool against my skin. The earrings caught the light as I turned my head. The bracelet clasped around my wrist, delicate and perfect.