Gold Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Trust me. I’ve known Dante a long time. He’ll like this.” The saleswoman nods along obediently, and just like that, white-and-silver wins. My lips press into a thin line as we move on. Next, it’s the flatware. Rows of gold, silver, matte, brushed. I reach for the silver one but Kayleigh gasps and lifts the gold. “Dante always liked gold. It’s powerful, bold. You can’t celebrate a Don’s birthday with silver, Issa.” The way she says my name makes me want to slap her. And once again, the clerk nods. Gold it is.

I must be an evil force or worse. The sun is starting to rise when he backs away. “Clear out!” he shouts to everyone as something bursts out of me. All I see is gold. So much gold. Even the sun and the grass looks gold. It’s all over me. Yes…me…Gold. That’s my name. I am a wolf. At least I look like one, except I am massive. I am not Dane big and definitely not Terrence big but bigger than everyone else. I am even bigger than Alloy and he is bigger than all the Alphas. My fur is gold, like shiny gold. Golden sparkles roll down my coat as I move. I am beautiful.

The physician took the purse from Derek's hand, feeling its weight as he handed it over. She noticed that it was made of a rich, dark leather and had ornate gold detailing around the edges. As she opened the purse, the sight of the four large gold bars took her breath away. Each bar was approximately the size of her hand and glinted in the light of the chamber. The surface was smooth and flawless, with intricate designs etched into the metal. The physician couldn't help but run her fingers over the gold, marveling at its beauty.

But I appreciated the optimism. I made it to the edge of the bed without face-planting, which felt like a victory worth celebrating. The blonde tilted her head at me like I was a puzzle she was still working out. The dark-haired one raised an eyebrow that clearly said are you going to stand there all night or get your ass over here. I liked her. I opened the chest. Gold winked up at me. Obscene amounts of it. The kind of money that could buy loyalty or silence or a whole lot of really bad decisions.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

I try to dismiss it, hoping he won't see through it. Blake leans closer to the glass and his lips move as he reads the tiny print on the paper under the pearl. He shakes his head. "It's rose gold." Is it? I lean in closer and take a closer look. It is. A really beautiful shade of rose gold. I'm normally a fan of silver or platinum, maybe white gold but I've recently started liking rose gold, though I'm very picky over the actual color. Yeah, I know. It probably makes me look high maintenance but I think there are things that I'm allowed to be picky about.

As soon as this statement comes out, all people in the golden shop focus on Allen, and even the beer belly fat and gorgeous women just turned to look at him. "What did you say? You want to buy it?" The saleswoman looked at Allen in a shock. "This is a Golden statue with white jade, worth 35 million! You can't afford tens of thousands of jewelries. How can you afford it?" Others also look at Allen with the same judging eyes. The fat beer belly at the door turned back, and looked at Allen with a sneer. "Boy, you can really pretend! You can't afford anything. How can a poor boy dare to buy it? "

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.