Glitter Ain't Gold 2022 Novels & Stories

Bella’s chair so that it would explode the moment she sat down. “Three... two... one...” Zane whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible. Ms. Bella approached her desk, completely unaware of the glittery doom awaiting her. She smoothed her skirt, adjusted her chair, and— POOF! A shimmering storm of glitter erupted from beneath her seat, filling the air like a dazzling fireworks display. It sparkled in the morning sunlight, settling over Ms. Bella, her desk, and the surrounding floor in a radiant, glittering mess.

There were plenty of ups like yesterday… ‘Ooh… you’re right—these glittery FLEURs look amazing with grey. Who would’ve thought!’ Goldie turned and twisted her knees to admire the thousand dollar heels strapped around her beautiful pedicured feet. ‘You finally used your brains, Dirty Rosie.’ I couldn’t hide my smile. ‘Rum wouldn’t look away from you, Miss Sparks.’

Very still. I look up, and I can see a clearness in those azure eyes I’d never noticed before – an openness and an earnestness at odds with Alastaire’s usually cool, flippant, devil-may-care demeanor. He’s staring. Watching me. Intently. “What?” I say. “Have I got something on my face? Apart from glitter I mean. That was Jamie’s idea, she did my makeup tonight, and she just loooves the stuff, although you’re not really in a position to judge, everyone’s seen that pic on your i*******m where they painted you head to toe on gold glitter for some charity event, being a super famous celebrity must be hard, especially when you get glitter in your buttcrack to help Cure Lymphodemia by 2018, it’s s

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

As for the others, whom he used and then dumped, they still fawned over him. Now that they knew the truth, I wondered if they were disgusted. I picked up my phone and smushed it hard against Jack's face. "You said you'd help me ‘test out’ gold diggers, and this is how you do it?" I turned to Cyndi with a half-smile on my face. "Congratulations on becoming the 21st gold digger he detected for me." With that, my family and I turned and left without hesitation. As expected, Jack would not let it go, stumbling toward me and trying to grab my arm. "Shane, don't do this. Aren't we best friends? Let me explain..."

I let out a short laugh and dropped the brooch onto the table with a sharp click. “Mr. Collins, why don’t you explain? The real ‘Heart of the Ocean’ should have a laser-engraved serial number inside the clasp. And at the base of the gemstone, there’s a microchip so small you’d need at least a twenty-times magnifier to see it.” With every word, his face grew paler. Lily’s expression cracked, panic creeping through the carefully maintained innocence. She turned toward Victoria, but even Victoria looked uncertain now. I straightened slowly.

Once the office door closed behind us, shutting out all the noise and insults from outside, I finally sighed in relief. I sat down at my computer and said quietly, "She's really overestimated herself. Mom seems to have forgotten that my job is crisis management and public relations." Ashton smiled and ruffled my hair. "I got you here safely. The rest of this battlefield is yours." Everything that followed went incredibly smoothly. I released the video of Mom and Hailey celebrating my 'terrible news' in the stairwell, along with all the footage captured by the hidden camera Ashton had been wearing.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Focus and concentration on to what she was doing, forgetting the world around her. "You're late," the woman added, grinning over her shoulder. "We gave you 'til nightfall before claiming this room as sovereign territory. I'm afraid you've entered Glitterstan." His mouth stayed shut. A part of him wanted to leave. To reclaim the quiet. The control. But his daughter had made a sound—a breath, soft and nasal—something that resembled stifled amusement. And that sound tethered him. The nanny noticed. "You're just in time," she said, patting a spot near the fire. "We need a third for Cheatopoly."

she said, looking at the floor. A middle-aged man, with a diamond crusted gold crown on his bald head, occupied the grand chair. He was holding a goblet in his hand and stood up when Atarah bowed to him. “Quiet down everyone.” He yelled in the hall, his cracked voice reaching every corner of the walls. Atarah straightened up and felt the room suddenly turning over. It was quiet, all eyes on her, all ears on the king. “Today, we sow our sorrows in the lands of Gliala. Today, my dear niece and your princess return victorious from yet another war. “He stopped, waiting for the court to erupt in a harmonious cheer. And so they did.