Flower Mine Novels & Stories

Thus, when they left the factory, Keagan asked her about a few details of the gold mine in the Black Moon Pack. “The gold mine is not big, but there is one special thing about this gold that I am sure he will not mention in the proposal, since he doesn’t know about it.” “He doesn’t know, but you do?” Keagan raised his brows. They were on the way to the other place, and the car ride was less boring when he heard Nessa’s explanation about what she had discovered about the gold in the Black Moon Pack. She and a few omegas used to mine it before when they didn’t have many things to do.

It was a message. --- The Truth Twists She read the file. And froze. “Cassian…” Her voice wasn’t steady this time. He stepped beside her. “What is it?” She turned the screen toward him. --- The Twist Her name. Again. But not as a suspect. As something else. Something deeper. Something far more dangerous. --- The Real Game Revealed “This isn’t just about framing me,” she said slowly. Cassian’s expression darkened. “No.” A pause. Then—

"If we're all finished discussing banana bread and libraries, I need both of you at the fundraiser next month. Full attendance. No excuses." "Define full attendance," Mavo said. "You show up. You smile. You do not mention my opponent's approval ratings within earshot of a reporter." "So basically I have to be a completely different person for three hours." "That's usually how fundraisers work, yes." Mavo rolled her eyes and stood, grabbing her bag off the back of the chair. "Fine. I'll be there. Smiling. Silent. A completely different person." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. I make no promises about what happens if Senator Ryland brings up the tax plan again."

The moon hung high above us, its light casting long shadows across the empty streets. Stars adorned the sky like a beautiful tapestry, but the sight did little to calm the nerves in my chest. Sofia and I stood outside the massive pack house. The towering building loomed over us as we approached. Sofia pushed a cart full of snacks that only Felix had access to. Her movements were precise and steady. She turned to me; her expression sharp under the moonlight. “Remember the plan,” she said sternly. “I’ll deliver this food, and you’ll hide beneath the cart. When the time is right, jump out and find the keys to the silver cell in the basement. That’s where they’re keeping Paul.”

I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”

“Don’t worry about it. She knows the risks and the situation we’re in. It’s too early to worry when we’re doing the best that we can. And I told her, the problem is not only here in the US. She knows that every business will be affected if we don’t do something. And I have better news.” “What is it?” Ren turned to me. “A mining company owned by my dad found a location where we can mine Sphalerite.”

Kurnich scoffs. “Bastard,” Song murmurs in her mind. Ariadne nods and leans against the wall. “We have more information on the mines. They did indeed find platinum, but not as much as originally hoped,” a general said from the front of the room. “It seems to be a freak reaction in a copper mine…” “Makes sense,” Commander Ruiz sighs. “... The plan stands,” Kurnich growls. “Your majesty, this is hardly an amount of material to go to war over-”

Albert smiled and answered, “Didn’t we agree on $1,000,000,000?” Ferid scoffed and dusted off the cigarette before he coldly answered, “Do you want to buy the Silver family’s ancestral gold mine for just $1,000,000,000? Isn’t that too less? You should know that the Silver family can already earn at least $1,000,000,000 when the Silver family just exploits the mountain a little. If you buy it and crazily exploit it, you can earn back your cost in a year. Won’t that earn you a lot of money?” Albert’s expression changed, and he asked, “Ferid, how much do you want?”

When we finally break through the mine entrance, the blinding, crisp afternoon sunlight hits us like a physical blow. The fresh, oxygen-rich air is intoxicating. Several of the she-wolves immediately collapse into the snow-dusted dirt outside the mine, weeping openly as they breathe in the clean mountain wind, the toxic grip of the silver mines finally broken. "Get them in the transports!" I shout, running toward the lead vehicle. "Turn the heaters to maximum! Radio Luna Liora and tell her we are coming in hot with severe silver toxicity and malnutrition!" I climb into the back of the SUV, refusing to let go of the toddler in my arms. Elias scrambles in beside me, pulling his mate and his ow

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.