Fields Of Gold Novels & Stories

Maize They were hunkering down in a small glade of trees, waiting for their parents to arrive, all of them naked as they had to shred their clothes in a hurry to escape as swiftly as possible. The fact that the rogues had silver ammunition meant the danger they were in was at a maximum. Maize had been of the same opinion as the boys, wanting instead to shred all the bastards to pieces instead of fleeing, but the presence of silver changed all their minds.

I said to her. She cleared her throat but nodded anyway. From a distance, I saw Prince who had just arrived. He turned to Estelle with a very cheerful face. My hands clenched involuntarily. "Well, a man is jealous because a princess meets her prince." Roland teased. "And you could hurt your hand if you grip it too tightly." I snorted and tried to ignore it. The Golden Race was located across a long valley. Several mountains surrounded it as if hugging it from the scorching sun. The terrain to get it was quite difficult. I rarely visited it in person unless it was really important, and now here I was.

Between Kendra, Nina, and Whitney, Hollis always found herself being physically assaulted in jest. “Really? You wanna go there, Holly?” Whitney rolled her eyes, gulping nervously as she stepped out of the corolla to observe their destination, Chestnut Field. The pond was littered with families skating over it’s frozen surface. Cheery holiday music blared from four different industrial sized speakers, and a hot chocolate station was set up not too far away from the entrance. The entire arrangement seemed simple, and fun.

He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want them. They’re causing too much trouble. All I want is to go on our honeymoon.” “Believe me my love that’s what I want too.” “Then let him have them. I don’t need them.” “No, Walter Wolfe can’t get his hands on those diamonds. They’re worth a fortune on the black market. The last thing I want is him getting too much power.” “He’s going to continue harassing me!” “I’ll protect you!” He gripped my shoulders and shook me slightly.

The recording kept playing while Mom's chest heaved with rage. She really didn't expect this—not from her so called golden child. "Katerina Kovarik, you better explain this right now! That $500,000—was I just being stingy?" "Didn't I give it all to you?! What, did my money just vanish into thin air?!" Her voice shook. "I'm telling you, if you won't take me back to Amiraka, then GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!" Mom shoved her hand in Katerina's face, yelling.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

"You're just a gold digger who couldn't keep her hands off my man!" The words hit Willow like a ton of bricks, each one heavier than the last. She had never felt so humiliated, so exposed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to form a response, but nothing came out. She just stood there, frozen. Mia's accusations were like a whirlwind of fury, her voice rising with every word. "You're just a gold digger, using Knox for his money!" she spat. "How could you do this to him?"

There was a brief pause, just long enough to settle the words in. “Last team standing wins thirty million dollars.” The air shifted immediately, and this time it wasn’t subtle. The small laughter disappeared, and even the ones who had been joking straightened without realizing it. Everyone was actually looking at the ocean now. “Hold me well” Logan said over his shoulder, voice calm. Clara's hands came around his waist, firmer enough to anchor herself as the board rocked slightly under them. The contact wasn’t dramatic, but it was close. Too close.

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

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.