Go For Gold Book Novels & Stories

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?

I pulled my scratchy blanket a little closer and whispered to myself, "One day, I’ll make sure Mama will never lift another pan again. One day, Nick will no longer say I'm serious when he thinks about me. One day, all of this hard time will be worthwhile, worth gold!" Until then, I fight for my silver shoe. I will keep working hard for my own success. Because that is what Brooklyn girls do!

she screamed, spit flying, good fist slamming down so hard the table cracked. “That piece of shit thinks he can walk away clean? No. We don’t crawl. We don’t forgive. The competition starts tomorrow and it’s changed. No mercy. No limits. You kill whoever stands in your way if that’s what it takes. Whosoever brings me Velora’s head earns her freedom. Full release. No more hard training and dirty jobs. Five hundred million dollars every month for six straight months. Enough to disappear forever. Enough to become whoever the hell you want.”

“I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents.

I couldn't wait to cup her beautiful face and stare into her eyes until I memorized every shade and every freckle. “I didn’t know that,” she mumbled. “What did the legend say?” I wasn’t surprised. The legend of the Goddess of Gold was kept a secret. There was only one book that mentioned it. It was the book only kings had access to. “The Goddess of Gold is a mortal deity that takes the form of a wolf,” I started my story. “According to legend, everything she touches with the claw on her right paw turns into gold.” I lifted my hand and caressed Maddie’s cheek. I couldn't hold back. I needed to feel her skin under my fingertips.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

I said to myself. I look around me and search for another book there I saw a gold-plated book that is covered in gems and expensive stones. I found it attractive, so I took it and try to open it. Unfortunately, the book won't open no matter how hard I try. I never thought it would be this hard to find one single grimoire. I was going to choose another book when I heard a voice of a little girl. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," the little girl warned me.

CHAPTER 8 The Son Who Forgot His Mother’s Voice POV: Elara The triumph from the boardroom felt like a cold, thin sheet of ice. It looked solid, but I was falling through it. I walked toward the family wing, my lungs rattling with every step. I didn't need a boardroom to feel powerful; I needed my son to look at me without that glint of predatory judgment. I found Arlo in the library, surrounded by old pack scrolls. He was trying to read the ancient Runes, his small brow furrowed in frustration.

Her heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs as she stared through the dense upstate fog toward the blinding headlights of the silver sedan. She knew that name. *Aisha.* It wasn't the name of a corporate shell company in Delaware, nor a high-ranking coordinator within the upper echelons of The Consortium. It was a phantom moniker—a ghost signature that had appeared at the very bottom of the black-market transaction sheets she had briefly glimpsed on Dominic’s decrypted administrative terminal in Manhattan.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.