Fields Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

"You can probably fool one or two rich ladies with the photos you've taken. We're not really asking much from you by making you pay a fine of 1.28 million dollars." Not only did he make me sound like a greedy, materialistic person, but the manager had also put the other customers who were dining here down. I took a glance at his name tag. His name was Joseph Hill. "Mr. Hill, someone like you is more suited to be a fortune teller. Being a manager is a waste of your talent. You could tell so much about me without asking me any questions. You must have some sort of psychic powers!" Joseph's expression hardened.

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.

And she was waiting. I saw her before I heard her. A figure cloaked in soft white, standing in the middle of a field of ash. The trees were charred, black silhouettes against a blood-red sky. Wind tugged at her cloak, revealing hair darker than midnight and eyes that burned gold. Not amber, like Caspian’s. Not sun-kissed, like wolves. True gold. Forged-from-stars gold. I knew her. Even though I didn’t. My breath caught as I tried to speak, but the air thickened in my throat like smoke. I stepped closer. She didn’t move.

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

“The silverware is four generations old and she counts it.” “Ellie.” “There will be a moment,” she said, and this was the thing she’d been building toward, the actual fear dressed up as logistics, “where she looks at you the way she looks at grant proposals. Like she’s reading the fine print.” He was quiet for a moment. He picked up the plane again, not to use it but just to hold, which she recognized as a thing he did when he was thinking seriously. “That’s fine,” he said. “Let her look.”

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

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,

It was late one Friday evening when everything finally reached another breaking point and brought our hidden war once again into the open. Lucas arrived home earlier than usual, accompanied as usual by Chloe. I was seated comfortably inside the living room, quietly reading a book, dressed simply yet elegantly in soft silk clothing, looking completely composed and unbothered. I heard their voices echoing from the entrance hall — Chloe’s loud, giggling laughter mixed with Lucas’s deep charming tone, clearly both happy, relaxed, and enjoying each other’s company completely. Moments later, they walked together straight into the living room hand‑in‑hand, their fingers tightly locked together, bod