Gold Digger Book Novels & Stories

The fact that she played hard to get was funny and annoying and so I called her a two-timing beggar, cheat, liar, a big whore and a scheming gold digger because that was what she truly was. When I went to her house I could barely hold back my laughter. She was really funny, she needed the money but was just being stupid. I presented the diamond ring to her and I noticed how she looked at it proving her to be a gold digger or maybe in this context a diamond digger and isn't diamonds a ladies best friend?

“Would you look at this? We’ve struck gold.” Lydia crept closer, her eyes flitting from the sleeping woman back to me. “What do you mean? She’s just… sick.” “She’s not just sick,” I said through my teeth, my voice low but my excitement seeping through. “She’s the beginning of it all. She’s the golden fucking ticket. This…” I gestured wildly at our surroundings; this was only possible because she existed in it. Dennis wasn’t just a gold digger, he was a goddamn martyr. A loving son, paying for his impoverished mother to get treatment by draining his husband for everything he had.

He barked an order for someone to open my woven sack. Ignoring my resistance, the redhead sneered and yanked it open. Inside, a blinding flash of gold came into view. "Holy moly! That's a lot of gold!" "I thought Jeremy was broke. Is this what it means to be 'broke' nowadays?" "If that's the case, I want to be 'broke' too." "Looking at Jeremy now, he's actually got presence. He's nothing like the miner Kayleigh described." Hearing the praise directed at me, Kayleigh's complexion shifted between pale and flushed. Her eyes locked onto the gold as she stammered, "Jeremy, you… Where did you get… this much gold?"

Nothing peculiar—. GOLDILOCKS. For some reason, that title stood out. Gold. Locks. These two words kept burning in my mind like they mean something. “Can it be?” My hand reached out before I could stop it. Experienced, my index finger hooked on the top of the title and pulled. Click, clack—SHWOOP! The entire row of books vanished at the blink of my eyes, and a gold safe deposit box greeted me. “Fuck, it’s password locked.” I breathed, my fingers running lightly across the keypad, my brain fiercely weighing the pros and cons. A grip of determination later, I’ve decided.

I shouldn't have given up on the idea of breaking up with Tessa when I found out that she was one of the heiresses in Jetland's upper class, just because she had persuaded me. Whenever Tessa felt that I was greedy for her money, she would keep talking about equality in love and that we should not let money control us. I never should have believed her. The only thing I had in mind back then was during the coldest time in winter, she had let me warm my hands on her stomach. When I had a headache, she would massage my head gently with her warm hands. We had once been in love, and we had once been sweet together. However, we should not have let money taint our love.

Damian studied her for a long moment, as if deciding how much to tell her. Finally, he set his glass down and stepped closer. “Holloway isn’t just a casino mogul,” he said, voice low. “He launders money for some of the most dangerous people in the world. And now, he’s trying to cut me out of the deal.” Ava’s stomach twisted. Laundering money. “This is bigger than I thought,” she admitted. Damian’s gaze locked onto hers. “And now that you’ve stuck your nose into it, it’s bigger for you, too.”

She did not understand what he said but Emerald gapes and gestured to her ruined luggage, “I ruined your what?! How about my things huh? You ran over my luggage and see how you cracked it?!” “That is a hundred and ninety-four New Zealand dollars for you!” “Excuse me?! You ruined my luggage!” “You munted my ute! Not unless you want to end up in jail tonight. I can call the sheriff.” Emerald groans in anger thinking that it is already too much trouble, “Fine! Jesus freaking Lord!” She pulls her money and handed it to the old man. “You dag!” He spats before he enters his car and continues to drive further. Emerald instantly knew that was a bad word. “You fucker.” She curses back even though th

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."

“I swear to all the gods, Calder, if you don’t get to the fucking point—” “Long story short, I have a bunch of uncut diamonds buried in an abandoned uranium mine in Saskatchewan. And I want to go retrieve them.” I blinked at the opposite wall, my mouth falling open. All those words made sense individually, but when you put them together…my brain refused to process that information. “Fucking Saskatchewhat?” was all that came out of me.

There were no written notes in the first and even the middle part of the book. And I gave up and was about to close it and lay down when I found other written notes on another page. This one was longer than the one which was written on the title page. "I have read all the books in the night shade library. I am bored now and I have decided to pass the time by writing my thoughts in my favorite book— Adventures Of The Gold Keeper In The Mine Of Love. Dante loves calling me gold, and it is because this book which I write this short diary in is my favorite. I believe I am a gold Hunter and the nightshade Castle is my mine because of the love I have for Dante. And the undiluted love he has for me