Golden Fig Books Carrboro 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.

I stood over the water and let Aurora use my eyes to see how we look in our wolf form and she suddenly started to stare with her mouth open as well, I just giggled shaking my head as I headed towards the others, who hadn’t moved an inch from their spot. ‘Sapphire, I can’t believe it! We…we…we are golden, we have golden fur.’ Aurora stuttered. ‘Yes, we do, and we are very special as not only are we a beautiful golden wolf, but we also have some powers that need to be unlocked with some training.’ I replied finally telling her some important information. ‘Right ok!! Can we talk to them as well as I feel like they’re being left out and they can reassure me that I’m not losing my mind!’ Aurora a

The table was set for fourteen. The silverware was out — four generations, counted. The centerpiece was autumn branches and white flowers, arranged by someone professional. The seating chart was on a small ivory card on the sideboard, and Eleanor checked it as they came in and found that Preston had not been invited, which she registered as either mercy or strategy and could not immediately determine which.

I quickly glanced at my watch. 05:48. Five hours and forty eight minutes remained. As we climbed up the staircase, I noticed framed photos of Drago Caracas. Ranging from him proudly holding a deer’s head, about to fire at a tiger, and sitting on top of a lion, he seemed to have a passion for overpowering wild animals. One particular photograph enraged me, as Señor Ramirez and Drago Caracas were pictured smiling and shaking hands by the docks of Lower New York Bay. I couldn’t get over the fact that Señor Ramirez was a member of Obsidian. And he hadn’t mentioned it to us. Now he wanted us to steal from the very same organisation he was a member of. He told us that he needed the Golden Leaf for

"We're here to settle accounts openly and honestly. I'm not sure why you're making such a fuss, Aunt Eleanor. Is there really something shady happening? Mother, after we sort things out at Ironridge Estate, you'll need to host a gathering so everyone can discuss this matter properly." Jessica retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? What could be shady? Haven't I sent the account books for Aunt Helen to review all this time?" "It's quite a coincidence," Carissa said, her tone growing stern. "The account books you sent to my mother-in-law are completely different from those I found at The Gilded Tower. The books you provided show losses, while the ones from The Gilded Tower show pro

The Bucham family’s bodyguards eyed Carrie warily. Carrie also had her bodyguards with her. After they exited the car, they stood at the bookstore’s entrance and watched her go inside. “Are you here to buy more study materials for your brother-in-law, Mrs. Longbottom?” Jasmine was running a business, after all. She had to respect every customer. She asked the question with a smile. Carrie returned the smile and said, “Yes. He wanted me to buy a few textbooks and workbooks. He wants to work on more practice questions over the holidays since he has already finished the homework assigned by his school.”

I have almost full Tiffen box left. "What Mathew?" I asked. "Last minute booking for the golden cabin," he said stressing every word. Damn. Looks like we don't have much time. So we need to first arrange that cabin properly for the customer. "Fine.. me and Alisha would make sure everything is under control," I said more in a professional tone closing my Tiffen box. Looks like, my pullav should wait for me. Golden cabin is the one sole thing which Smits powerful aura of the entire restaurant. There was 5 silver cabins which would many billionaires use for some meetings. And this golden cabin is only one. It's very rare that someone books.

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES

Instead, there were three thick, leather-bound books, their covers dusty and worn down at the corners. Julian reached in and carefully lifted the books out, placing them gently on the large mahogany desk. I touched the cover of the top book. The leather was a deep, dark brown, and stamped into the bottom corner in faded gold letters were the initials: C.C. "Callum Carnegie," I whispered, my voice trembling. "These are my father's journals."