Fantasy Mine Novels & Stories

It also on the highest surface, so they have the best view from the castle. I noticed some other roads heading to another direction to the forest, different path from the one we took yesterday. Carts of stones and something else that I couldn’t see clearly were moving from the rail. That area seemed busy. Then it clicked me. That’s where the mine heading. That’s right, Silver Moon also known for its mines. They had a lot. Laura and Haris once talked about their diamond mine. “You like it?” He asked me after we fell silent for a couple of minute. I was sure he didn’t talk about the mine. But the scenery.

It was like a big dream to me. I was so happy, just fantasizing about it. I still don't understand why I trusted him that much. Vin promised to buy me nice clothes and fancy shoes, compared to the rags I used to wear. Every night before we went to bed, Vin assured me that he would buy me the biggest bed, the softest mattress to exist, and a really warm blanket. Those dreams gave me hope and with that hope, I looked forward to getting out of there and living in the imaginary world we used to create for ourselves.

The greedy bastard. So I took her hand instead and helped her step into the tub with me and got us settled. I sat in the back and put her in front of me, her slippery bum resting temptingly against my suddenly reawakening cock. I told my tackle to shut the hell up, and to imagine Muriel the street vendor and her accompanying mustache if he wanted more of Brynne's divine fanny. That did the trick. Muriel was hideous, and probably not even a real woman. Maybe not even human. In fact. I'm sure Muriel is really an alien scout sent here to sell newspapers and learn the language. I still craved my Djarums. Piles of them.

Chapter 87 Germaine had been reminiscing on the vast Goblin hall. No one else in their party knew what she had seen except herself. Zar had taken her to mines that stretched to the center of the earth, vaults of hidden treasures - gems, priceless relics, coin enough to make every citizen in the environs wildly rich. There were markets for trading, stages for plays and reenactments, and underground fields of dirt for growing mushrooms and potatoes with light from shafts in the earth.

It was like the first gift he ever got for her. The speaker: Here comes the final jewelry. My eyes grew wide. It looks so….rare. Green Demantoid Garnet Sterling Silver. "Anyone bidding?." A Scottish woman: 30 million. Is she fucking kidding me?. Oh no. No way, I wanna get it but don't have enough. My husband wants to give it to his ex- miserable girlfriend. The old man: 50 million. Everyone murmured. This man is fucking crazy with jewelry. I do not think I can afford that much. I only have my husband's money.

The mine workers supplement the poor performance of the mine by obtaining meat and skins by means of traps and they also manage to sell the best fragments of semi-precious quartz that accompanies the gold to the jewelery manufacturers. Over the years, fewer people join the mining operation, preferring to engage in safer and more lucrative jobs like agriculture. Only the hopeful few who are currently at the mine continue to operate. These hopeful miners keep clawing at the rock until they get rich or find a way to abandon it without having to hide the shame on their faces from wasting years in the mine. Generally, the mine is a quiet place, where the only problem that generally arises is an a

Chapter 19:I want you in me right now. Why it was called Sweetwater, Michael had never discovered. There were no streams nearby, no lakes, and no rivers. While there was a large atrium at the centre of the structure, there was no water in it, never mind sweet water. Unless they had cemented over a lake to build the place, the name was highly inappropriate. However, it was the only decent mall in the town, and it was here that people from small kids to shopping adults would go to hang out or buy.

I managed to prop up his head, whispering something, anything. “I’ve got him,” I said. “Move.” We didn’t walk. We ran. The collapse was slow at first, with walls cracking. And then the ceilings began to give out. Pieces of rocks fell to the ground with a thud, magic flaring and winking out in quick succession. “Back the way we came!” Caspian screamed, catching Nox under one side as I grabbed under the other. Jasmine threw up a barrier rune to separate herself from falling debris, but the mine didn’t care. This was coming apart from the inside out—like Nox had been its last secret, and now it had nothing to live for.

It said that they were going through a recession and were asking for alms from other kingdoms. It was strange knowing that the giant mining kingdom was going through such a recession. Then my mind lit up and I knew what was going on; they wanted to use the economic trade of A****n for their own use. But what could I do? They ( A****n) also needed more mining materials. I eventually got to the fancy restaurant, The Fanceé; that was the name. There was just like three couples there, I heard that it cost about a thousand dollars to actually book a table there.

He didn't want to show his excitement. " The mine isn't in full operation yet. We still need to get some paperwork done." Damien shook hands with Neon who was over the moon with the discovery. Their salaries would surely increase. Damien was a fair boss. " I'll see you around." Damien said, and entered into his car. On his way home, his head began to calculated everything he could do with the mine. The seed of owning a jewelry store was planted in his mind, and it swirled with the endless possibilities he could turn them into.