Golden Blood Ep 9 Eng Sub Novels & Stories

If my jaw could've hit the floor, right now that's where it would of been. Money! wads and wads of money! I opened the second bag and almost hit the floor gold bars! who uses gold bars?! I then opened the third and there's even more money! (( WTF?! )) << Jade --> We are soooo rich right now! >> (( NO! we are not, I'm returning this! this is too much Jade! way too much! )) << what nonsense are you saying right now Jewel?! who the heck returns money? where you dropped on your head as an infant or something? plus! do you know the disrespect you'd be showing if we returned gifts bestowed to us by a King and Queen? >> I sigh and nod my head in defeat as if she could see me do it.

Ravna threw over her shoulder and walked off the field. *~* Revna let out a garish holler of unbearable pain that was immediately muted by a palm clasping over her mouth while the streaming iron melted through the skin on her back, a little bit below her shoulder. Her masters, Alpha Keen and Beta Pete of Stoneheart Pack sat in front of her on a large sofa, legs crossed over the other as they watched her with glee dancing in their soulless eyes. Revna continued her muted screams of pain till the iron was pulled off her skin and she dropped to her knees, head hanging low but without tears in her eyes as she bit her bottom lip to keep all forms of cry suppressed.

The recording kept playing while Mom's chest heaved with rage. She really didn't expect this—not from her so called golden child. "Katerina Kovarik, you better explain this right now! That $500,000—was I just being stingy?" "Didn't I give it all to you?! What, did my money just vanish into thin air?!" Her voice shook. "I'm telling you, if you won't take me back to Amiraka, then GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK!" Mom shoved her hand in Katerina's face, yelling.

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!

The scream cuts off in a burst of brilliance that blinds me for a breathless second. When my vision clears— The thing is gone. And Kael— Kael is on his knees, one hand clawing at the ground, the other pressed against his chest like he’s trying to hold something in. “Kael—” “Stay back.” His voice is raw, guttural. “Kael, you’re—” “I said stay back!” The gold veins crawl higher, threading into his jaw, burning against the hollow of his throat. His eyes blaze—not silver, not shadow—pure gold, so bright they hurt to look at.

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?"

She deliberately touched the necklace lovingly with her fingers, showing it off clearly right directly in front of my face. "Do you like my necklace, Alessandra?" Chloe asked mockingly and sweetly, tilting her head sideways arrogantly, enjoying every single second of what she believed was my pain and defeat. "Lucas gave it to me yesterday… he told me he bought it years ago, but he never really liked seeing it on someone else. He said it looks perfect, much better, and much more beautiful on me than it ever looked on anyone else… don't you agree?"

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.

The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt in the simulations. In the digital world, pain was a signal—a red flash on a HUD, a dull ache designed to tell you to move. But here, in the cold air of the real world, the silver pen felt like a hot needle carving through my skin. As the tip pierced my chest, right over my heart, I didn't see red. I saw a brilliant, liquid **Gold** seeping out, glowing with a light that made the afternoon sun look dim.

I looked at the forest. The gold-skinned man was standing up. His wound was closing. "The Gold gene doesn't die, Ethan," he laughed. "It just adapts." He pointed behind us. The Silver-Oak estate wasn't burning anymore. It was glowing. "The funeral is over," the Ryder child said. "The harvest is here." A thousands gold-skinned wolves stepped out of the trees. Who is the Architect now, and why is Caleb the only one who can see the truth?