Everything That Glitters Isn't Gold Novels & Stories

They glowed like precious jewels that I wanted to pluck them-- the trees, flowers, and buildings-- and store them in my pocket for safekeeping. "You'll go blind." "The sun looks beautiful," I said meeting the gray eyes of the handsome guy. Lovely they were, glowing like the sun. "Not all that glitters are gold." "Cliché much? I know, all lovely things could be lethal. You might want to touch them but they could stab you in return." I turned my back to the guy and walked in direction of our car. "So, what do we have here? What have you learned about the two guys in the park?" The man in the driver's seat asked me.

“A billionaire can't use G****e?” I laughed. “I don't know, is there a gold plated version?” “Platinum.” He put on a straight face, but his eyes twinkled as he teased me. “Gold is for mere millionaires.” I giggled and he grinned. His smile had the same warmth as it did at sunrise and the beauty of it made my heart flutter. When he smiled, the world lit up.

There was no use in saying that wasn't his idea. He could almost see the greed reflecting in the eyes around him. Bolder and brighter than the captain’s own, who had learned to shield his gaze from betraying him. Gold. The downfall of every person he'd known in his life. Yet, the siren call was too strong, and even he had the yearning for it. But in his case, goodness might be bought with it. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop one other youngster like himself, fall prey to the hardships and unscrupulous people in the world.

the last woman with grey eyes asked me I cleared my throat "in my opinion, Gems are precious stones, something prized for its beauty and shine, created by the Almighty, it doesn't only have value, but also meaning" all of them except Mrs Helen nodded and it made me more confident "for example Gold signifies Hard work, pain and success, i will love to come up with a peculiar design that correlates with the meaning put together as an embodiment of beauty to adorn a particular person's body, that is just art in its simplest form" I concluded feeling satisfied with my explanation, especially when their expression screamed impressed, except for Mrs Helen once again, she only had a stoic face the

he said with a smile while staring at me. I felt like I was going to melt in his stares so I just avoided it. I turned my eyes to the many gold around us. "So much gold," I said in amazement. "That's normal, Crema. Those golds are just decorations," he replied with a smile. "Decoration?!" I asked in disbelief. "Why do you seem surprised?" he asked curiously. "Uhmm, Nothing," I lied. I never thought that gold was just normal to them and they just made it a decoration. Meanwhile in the world of humans it is a treasure that can't be easily equaled. Maybe if I bring it to the world of humans I will become an instant Billionaire.

MELVIN There was nothing more enticing than Gold and he knew that for sure , the sight of the gold had sent everyone heart racing including myself as I thought about a lot of things It could do with the money, it was quite a lot to honest and deep he knew if he wanted the Gold he had to do according to what what they were asking him it was obvious what side the council were on, those greedy old men that could sell their souls for anything if you just name the price.

I was late for the meeting. With a surge of adrenaline, I leaped out of bed, stumbling over discarded shoes and empty glasses. Makeup smudges adorned my face, a testament to the debauchery of the previous night. Today, however, there was no time for touch-ups or meticulous grooming. I hastily discarded my glamorous attire, opting for casual clothes that were quick to put on. The thought of makeup seemed laughable, so I abandoned the idea altogether. As I rushed through the penthouse, trying to locate my keys, Beatrice stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Confusion etched across her face as she watched me fly around the room like a whirlwind.

Their hands meet, and Gary squeezes it comfortingly. When they finally looked around the room, they saw that the souls present were from people who lived exclusively for money, wealth, and pomp. They were sitting on piles of gold that they managed to steal from each other, as nothing they had on earth had come with them. Some had more and others had less, but they all had gold with them. They start calling him when they look at Lucifron and see his necklace. No one seems to want to get away from their gold, afraid of losing it, so everyone extends their hands and calls insistently.

I glanced up, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The dress he held out was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. It was a sparkly gold masterpiece that seemed to radiate its own light. The fabric glimmered under the room's soft illumination, cascading in a waterfall of golden sequins. With every subtle shift, the sequins caught the light, creating the illusion of liquid gold flowing over the surface.

Emma Volkov The chandeliers were dripping diamonds. That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stepped into the ballroom—how the light fractured into a thousand shards and scattered itself over silk gowns, polished shoes, and the sharp edges of power. Everything gleamed. Everything pretended. That was the way of galas like this: beautiful lies wrapped in gold.