Golden Cucumber Novels & Stories

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

“it’s the only thing I have from…. before.” “Before what?” “Before I was found at moonstone pack’s border. I was just six months old. Wrapped in a blanket with nothing but this pendant on my neck.” Something flickered in Helga’s eyes. Not surprise. Something more complicated. Recognition? Fear? “Take it off. Let me examine it.” I hesitated, then lifted it over my head. The moment it left my skin I felt oddly exposed, vulnerable. She took it carefully, holding it up to the firelight. The silver crescent moon caught the flames, seeming to glow from within. She turned it over examining every angle as her expression grew more troubled with each second.

Looking as elegant as ever , as if what happened seconds ago was nothing but a delusion of others . If his warmth was not seeping in from where he just touched , Chelsea too would have lapped his indifferent and graceful persona. Lord Kaisen grabbed Chelsea's wrist and pulled her behind " Your Highness - is your work on the creek of golden hue finished ? " The creek of golden hue , a name that Chelsea felt was totally not suitable for that golden coloured stream . It was a small river that rose up from the inside of a cliff rising on the seaside - its bottom was lined with finest of golds and jewels but the only drawback was - the creek was in the forest of den . The dark forest where monste

" You go on old master. It's fine ." Few moments later , the old two old men looks shock to see the age of the ginsengs . " Mister Kong , the ginsengs it's more than a thousand year right , this Ganodarma Lucidium are about six to seven hundred years. These two caterpillar fungus are about the same as the Ganodarma Lucidium . How about this , I will give a thousand and five hundred silver taels for each of the ginsengs , a eight hundred silver taels for each of these five. "

“Nothing good is convenient.” She crossed the workshop floor — four steps over sawdust and the smell of linseed — and when she reached him she thought of all the things she had been given in her life that she had never chosen: the name, the estate, the topiary spheres, the obligation and the silverware and the seating chart. And she thought of Marlene’s coffee, dark and honest, and the bottle labeled ghost, and the way he had smiled at her in June as if she had said something genuinely funny, which she had.

Tokunbo nearly screamed. Janet frowned 'the whole of the restaurant?' "You don't need to exaggerate. Its DKNC" "That DKNC can buy five of my apartment, and you know how much my apartment cost right? except it's fake. Which I don't think it is" Bibiana was in awe. Danielle quickly came over and collected it from Bibiana "Oh wow. It's the Golden Yummy Limited Edition. All those 2909 stones are precious stones." Danielle looks at it dreamily.

Just as he pondered this, his gaze landed on the flood python's corpse. Beneath the python's abdomen, a faint warmth radiated outward. Intrigued, Chase inspected the area, only to find a translucent, gem-like fruit, embedded within its flesh. The fruit resembled a peach pit, but its surface was a glowing crimson-gold, adorned with intricate runes. "Is that the Crimson Gold Fire Spiritual Fruit?" Chase immediately recognized its worth. This was a rare treasure, capable of refining a warrior's body and enhancing their physique. Yet something felt off.

Leonard pretended to glance over at Amon and the rest. Yet the three of them merely sipped their tea, their faces devoid of any expression. Leonard chuckled. The three-thousand-year-old Ganoderma Wilbur looked at was translucent, almost resembling a piece of white jade. It did look rather appealing and was definitely worth the price. However, it was far from a worthy offering, and he was only counting on the thirty-thousand-year-old Fleeceflower to surprise him.

Dishwashers accepted the bowls and cups, keeping the area clean as diners left. “Yellow arches, eat your heart out,” Rain murmured, her mouth watering. Before she could ask what they were serving, the stall on her left captured her attention. She gasped. A beautiful jacket of wine-red velvet was displayed on a wooden mannequin, complete with matching choker and earrings. Cropped, close-fitted at the bust to hug a woman’s body, it fastened with a gold clasp between the breasts. The sleeves were full and made of a sheer, burgundy fabric with ruby and diamond crystal cuffs. At least she assumed the stones were crystal; she wouldn’t dare display real stones like that in an open market. A black s

I muttered and the woman wearing a colourful dress and a turban that sat under a bush of unkept hair sitting behind the table smiled. “It's from the A****n rainforest. Made with the bones are from a rare bird called the harpy eagle. They say it gives you strength and courage. And the colour is made from pure pearls.” “It’s absolutely beautiful! How much is it?” I asked as I admired the prong. “For you, my dear, only 50 silver coins.” The lady smiled at me staring at me through her lashes. The prong is very beautiful, but fifty silver coins is a little too much for anything. I sat it down on the table with the other jewellery and smiled at her.