Flower Mine Novels & Stories

She wasn’t going to let a devilishly handsome man with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen distract her from that. Losing herself in the documents on the Angolan diamond mine the Corporation wanted to buy, she could see why her father wanted the mine. The exploration activities by the mine indicated that there was a viable kimberlite pipe that could produce diamond deposits in over 20 years. Looking at the business reports for the company that held the majority shares presently, it showed that they didn’t have the funds to develop and excavate the pipe. The new contract showed that Lopes Corporation will gain the majority shares, while the former company kept 20 per cent shares in the di

Old Man Grimsby’s family had leased a nearby mine to the Good Rock Mining Company. The mine had been closed down for the past 12 years, but there were still buildings there, surrounded by security fencing. The security fencing wasn’t hard to get past. Local kids and thrillseekers had already seen to that with wire cutters.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I didn’t reach for it immediately. I knew who it was. I had known all night. But eventually I picked it up. Flavian. Messages. Calls. More than I could count. I opened one. Just one. Fiona, please talk to me. My chest tightened. I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then locked it again. Because words didn’t change what I saw. They didn’t rewrite reality. They didn’t undo anything. A sharp pain cut through my lower abdomen.

The descent into the valley felt like walking into the throat of a dying god. The air here was thin and tasted of copper, and the aurora borealis overhead had stopped dancing; it hung like jagged, frozen shards of obsidian and violet glass. At the center of the valley lay the Mirror Well. It wasn't a well made of stone, but a massive, circular depression in the earth where the ground had turned to liquid mercury. It reflected the black-ringed moon with a clarity that was terrifying—because the reflection wasn't of our world. In the silver liquid, I could see a version of the valley that was dead, frozen, and ruled by a sky of endless stars.

He groaned but nodded nonetheless, "Yet." " So, why did you call me here? To drink and reminisce. Are you into all that now?" Asher unlocked his phone and passed it over to Christopher, who stared at it like it was infected. "Afgon Textile Company," Christopher arched a brow at the name that sounded awfully familiar, and picked up the phone, "it had affiliations with your company..." "Which of them?" "The Larkin's," Asher said with an eyeroll. "It however went bankrupt 14 years ago after a business deal. Do you have any idea why?"

And most importantly, the mines. He hinted about how the wealth was distributed to maintain the affairs of the pack, mentioning the steady flow of income and the growing prosperity of Silvermoon. After about two hours, he pulled the last document. As he pulled it out, I caught the faint trace of a smug expression on his face before he began. “This one concerns the mines,” he said calmly, though there was a subtle weight behind his words. “The main source of income for Silvermoon.” “You already mentioned that a moment ago,” I said, straightening slightly in my seat as I studied his reaction. “What about them?”

'Baby, hold on for just a little while, okay? 'I love you, Eva, always will' 'I will come back for you, wait for me, please' 'Take this, when you feel lonely just pretend I am here with you' I clutch at the silver necklace around my neck and angrily pull at it. I don't know why I haven't taken the damn thing off to this date. 'I will get you out of this hell' Vin had promised. My ringing phone draws me from my depressing thoughts and I slightly smile at the name displayed on the screen.

I looked at the miners' faces—they were etched with deep lines of exhaustion and years of breathing in the mountain. A few whistles and catcalls drifted up toward us. My face flushed deeper, but I ignored it. I was hooked; the scale of it was incredible. They were peeling the mountain away layer by layer, turning it into a giant stone stadium. "We pull thirty kilos of silver out of twelve thousand tons of rock every day!" Vesper shouted over the mechanical thunder. I pointed at a dull gray stone by my boot. "Is that it? Is that silver?" He gestured toward a line of massive dump trucks. "That’s sulfide ore. We haul it to the plant down the road to pull out the silver, lead, and zinc. Last yea