Everything That Glitters Isn't Gold Novels & Stories

You could even say there was something special about an old book As I walked by dragging my fingers across the old books... The texture felt fine and cool underneath my fingers Then suddenly... From the corner of my eye... I thought I saw some golden glitter, I turned around but didn't see anything I turned back confused but decided to move on... That's when I saw it The golden glitter wave above my head moving in a direction I instinctively picked up my phone to record the whole thing as proof to show to my friends I was contemplating if I should follow, I didn't want to worry Mr Jonathan about this, so I followed the trail of glitter before it disappeared

“No, Brother Hades… Brother Hades… I’m not like them… I’m not like them… This is merely a misunderstanding… Please let me explain first, Brother Hades…” “You want money so much, don’t you? You really look forward to wealth as well as luxuries, don’t you? Look around you… You can obtain all these gems, diamonds, pearls and gold as much as you like. You won’t be run out of them even if you squander and squander them for the rest of your life. Is this what you want? Is this what you’ve been wishing for, what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been expecting for all these times? Then, you can have them; you can take them; you can squander them. But… But…”

She had no chance whatsoever to take verbal advantage of her, and was overcome with frustration. “Worldly possessions? The necklace and gown you’re wearing cost 7.5 million dollars combined! Am I the one who’s money-minded, or are you the gold-digger?” “I think you’re the one who’s money-minded,” Melanie went on calmly. “I don’t lack money, and I have the ability to create steady flows of income for myself. Why would I bother being a gold-digger?” Leo heard the commotion and came over with guests whom he was exchanging pleasantries with. He asked in confusion, “What’s going on?”

I had millions of questions buzzing inside my head. "You don't belong to high society; you’re ordinary. You’re not royalty; they say" he muttered, and I was forced to look at him. I coerced a smile. I'm not going to argue, nor am I going to fight. He’s right. I’m just ordinary. The daughter of a prostitute "But there's one thing they all seem to forget: A diamond is just like an ordinary stone; it just needs a polisher to gloss it and tell its worth."

He whispered, more to himself than to me. “It wouldn’t be the treasure?” Luca turned and looked at me. “Surely not?” He didn’t look convinced as he looked back at it. “Maybe just some metal reflecting in the light.” “It’s gold, Luca. Not silver. Mom hated gold, and the packhouse wasn’t decorated in it.” “Is everything okay?” Lilith walked up to us. Luca and I just looked at each other. He stood up and put his hands on his hips. “I don’t know if we can keep this to ourselves.”

‎I tried speaking but my words didn't fall, as I basted in the outer worldly beauty before. ‎“Truly beautiful isn't it princess?" She asked, her eyes radiating with pride and I nod in agreement. Indeed that piece of Jewelry was breathtaking but there was no way I was letting myself be bought over with jewelry. ‎“Of course you like it, it must have resonated with your personality. Glittering on the outside but who knows, it might be cheap as plastic on the inside” She said and I froze. ‎“What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to insult me?” I doubted, bile rising up in the back of my throat as I gazed on her smiling face.

The diamond heart sparkled under the light, a grotesque symbol of everything false in my life. “He’s going to give this…” I said, my voice heavy with bitterness, “to his bride.” Matilda followed my gaze. Her lips tightened into a thin line. “You are more than the gifts you are forced to give, Aurora. More than the jewels you design. More than the name you carry.” Her hands stopped on my temples and she picked up the teacup, handing it to me. “Drink. And remember, tonight you are not a trophy. You are the goldsmith. And a goldsmith knows the true value of things, even when others only see the sparkle.”

Under the light, they gleamed a brilliant gold, blinding me for a moment. "110 pounds? Why doesn't it look like that much?" "Gold is really dense, so 110 pounds isn't going to look like much. Did you think it'd fill up the entire house?" I sat on the floor, clutching the gold bars as tears streamed down my face. Just a moment ago, I was at rock bottom. Now I was sitting on a fortune. I looked up at the ceiling and remembered the three million dollars in cash hidden above the kitchen ceiling. My head started spinning.

It was late August, the light turning golden and emphatic. Does what bother me? The — disparity. The obvious disparity. You mean that you’re rich and I’m not. I mean that your entire workshop probably costs less than my car. Your car gets thirty-one miles to the gallon, he said. Mine gets nineteen. So in some metrics, you’re ahead. Daniel.

Her cheeks glittered gold and her hair shinning yellow, caught the sun, and glowed more. She was beautiful, which made me even more annoyed. She was a Gem. Gems were beings who were outragiously good-looking and could get men to fall at their feet with a toss of their tressels. Her kind didn't ride the bus. Yet, here she was, flaunting her 'assets'. "Can't see it," I lied. One quick sweep of the floor gave me away. "It’s right there." She pointed at it. "Oh. There. Didn't see it." I ignored her.