Chains Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

"My husband? Have you accompanied me to a single renatal checkup? Have you ever touched the child in my belly even once? Don't you feel guilty saying this? Take a good look at what you're actually holding in your arms!" As my words fell, Jane's heart sank. She finally understood why I had remained so calm even while being slandered. What was wrapped in that bundle might not even be a child at all. Seeing Declan reaching out to unwrap the bundle, her face changed drastically as she shouted, "Don't!"

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

“Okay, let’s begin.” She went to the first shelf behind the table, her fingers ran along the thick and dusty books, it seemed like they had not been moved for ages, and she also noticed that the books on this shelf were sorted by color, except for one which was misplaced. She reached for it above her head and pulled it out, the book was heavy but it seemed like it was just the book she was supposed to find. It was a book bound in hard blue covers and etched along the spine in gold letters was the word; “Khione.”

I shiver again as he runs his hands down my neck and over my shoulders as he says, "Grace chose well. This dress is very beautiful on you, my dear." "Thank you!" I rasp out, not really trusting my voice. He then reaches over and opens one of the drawers, pulling out what seems to be a gold chain, except when he moves it so he has a hold of it in both hands in front of me it is a beautiful collection of gold chains. He moves, bringing the chains up against my neck and chest, clasping it to the collar that is already around my neck. Oliver was actually being a gentlemale at that moment until he placed a kiss on my neck and my shoulder before showing me another gold chain, only this one was ext

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

Water trickled gently through channels carved into the floor, circling the room before disappearing beneath the walls. In the center stood a raised platform, upon it rested a stone pedestal. This one wasn't empty. A thick leather-bound book sat upon it, wrapped in heavy iron chains, every chain was covered in faded runes. Zara's breath caught. "The Codex." "No," Kael said quietly,()"The real Codex." No one moved, the room itself seemed to demand respect. Even Rynese stayed silent. Then Zara noticed something. The chains, one of them had been cut off cleanly.

Chapter Six I stand in front of the mirror, looking at this reflection that seems foreign to me. My hair, once neatly styled, now hangs in loose strands around my face. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Elvis. His touch comes into my memory now, and it sends gooseflesh, remembering the thrill of holding his hand as he guided me into a world I never thought I could have.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TYLA Point of View The chains shook with every step I took, a constant reminder that I was held captive. Five steps from the bed to the window. Seven to the bathroom door. Twelve to the bookshelf in the corner. I had counted them all, memorized the exact length, learned precisely how far I could go before the metal bit into my ankle and brought me up short. Days had passed since I had been locked in my room. How many, I couldn't be sure anymore. The window offered glimpses of daylight and darkness, but in my disfigured state, everything began to blue. I couldn't distinguish between day and night. I limped across the room, the chain dragging behind me like a reluctant shad

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,