Gold Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

A for at least 2 years. "Sai~ it's done~~..woah..that's a heck load of gold…". (Ken) As soon as he was done arranging the vehicles, Ken looks for me inside one of the warehouses, the mountain of gold bar greet him, made him stumble. "It's about 1 billion worth….here you go…". I gave him one gold bar for his work, Ken took it and put it in his pocket. "Thanks…where's the other stuff??…Oh yeah, I forgot you have that ring…so now what?…am I going back by myself?…". (Ken)

She said thoughtfully. "Merrigold is barren unfortunately..." "Excuse me?" Mrs Cunningham looked at her suspiciously. "She said it herself. She is barren. It is very unfortunate you will not be having anymore grandkids." "I will, there is no such!" "Merrigold is damaged goods. It is really sad." "My son is damaged goods too, they will fix each other."

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

However, none of them were brave enough to step forward and speak up for me, even though they now knew the truth. It was ridiculous and ironic. Once I had calmed down, I asked impassively, "Ms. Seinfeld, have you figured it out? How much of your money have I even used?" While I was calm, Tessa was clearly flustered. She could not remember spending money on me at all, not even on a single grain of salt or even a drop of water. Tessa gripped my superior's hand tightly, asking tensely, "Has Ethan's mother… really passed away?"

The loudness outside was already pulsing as we stepped into the Roman night. After 30 minutes we were inside the club, and the club didn’t just glow, it commanded. Gold-accented walls-, low amber llighting-, andvelvet ropes separating worlds within worlds,. This wasn’t the kind of place you wandered into by accident,. It was curated,. Exclusive,. The kind of club where money didn’t shout—it hummed quietly in tailored suits and diamond watches,. Andrea leaned in close as the bass vibrated through my ribs,. “Welcome to one of Rome’s worst-kept secrets,.”

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

Through the door, I could still hear Felix and Robert raging and shouting frantic threats. "Tasha, just you wait! This isn't over!" I leaned back against the door, listening to their curses fade down the hallway, and smirked. Not over? Fine by me. I'd see this through with them to the bitter end. I pulled up Temu on my phone and found the listing for their ten-dollar fake gold bangle. Then, I immediately placed an order for a hundred of them. After that, I took the appraisal certificate with its raised embossed seal and placed it side-by-side with the heavy, solid gold bangle. I snapped high-definition photos from every conceivable angle, ensuring the gleam of real gold practically radiated

But for Lucas Valeriano, it was simply just another ordinary day, or perhaps even just another perfect excuse and opportunity to host another grand party, gather influential people, and show off his wealth and power to everyone. The whole mansion was beautifully decorated, filled with expensive flowers, bright lights, luxurious music, and crowded with hundreds of wealthy, high‑class guests chatting, laughing, and drinking happily everywhere. I stood near the main entrance wearing the most expensive, stunning white silk gown, wearing precious diamonds he had gifted me earlier that afternoon, smiling politely and elegantly at everyone who came to greet and congratulate us. Everyone praised me

Mahmoud shook John’s hand firmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” John nodded. “Likewise.” Mahmoud tapped a tablet and projected a map. Gold mines across North Africa. Trade routes across the Middle East. “My family controls significant gold exports.” Mei’s eyes widened. “That’s billions in precious metals.” Mahmoud smiled. “More than billions.” He pointed at John’s shipping network. “If we move our gold shipments through your logistics system…” “Under the Edison umbrella…” The numbers appeared instantly. Sam processed them.