Golden Fig Books Carrboro Novels & Stories

I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden. I just wanted to see their faces once, wanted to memorize their happy smiles so that when those same faces were twisted in the grimace of death, my revenge would be sweeter. I just wanted to know who killed my parents. I stopped at the brink of the forest, ever closer to where the men stood. They seemed to be having a discussion about how to dispose of the dead bodies they'd created, the people they'd murdered. I scanned their faces one by one, my eyes moving rapidly through the group of ten or twelve men, and my eyes came

And even if he really did exist, he wouldn’t care about my situation anyway. The other bit of gossip, however, scared the crap out of me. “Did you see them yet,” Carol asked her friend Tiff a few desks away. “Ben’s sister and their two friends. I wish I could’ve been invited to the welcome party at the Alpha’s Manor last night. Maize, that’s Ben’s sister, is so beautiful. I hope I get a chance to ask her how she styles her hair like that. It must take her an hour or more. And don’t get me started on those two guys. Ben is so sexy, and these other two are just as delicious. Especially Dutch, his muscles go on forever.”

The second person, who was standing over her head, made a cut on Akshara's finger and collected it in the glass bowl and added some other liquids to examine the effect. Akshara could barely see what was happening above her head and what they were trying to do was mysterious but still, she protested in all the ways she could. The liquid poured into the glass bowl turned its colour from red to gold. The third female said after examining the effect of liquid, “Virgin… but the liquid turned to gold.” Apart from the shouting of Akshara, the trio of females discussed something about the test results of turning gold. Akshara’s ear keenly noted some of their whispers, “If it’s gold, there is only on

“I’m just a history major who spends so much time in the archives making research.I can’t fight whatever you are against Karl He walked towards his desk and picked up a brown journal that had the same wolf knot symbol . It looked like generations after generations had laid their hands on the journal.You can make your research. It’s way more important than you know. The order of the Silver Knights has been operating in the shadows for centuries-but they leave some traces.Old write ups,coded letters,record of disappearance that were written of as disappearance and accidents.

The door slammed shut with a heavy, airtight *thud*, cutting off the roar of the burning mansion completely. As Marcus slid into the driver's seat and jammed the vehicle into reverse, the sedan accelerated away from the burning crater of the Gilded Fortress, plunging deep into the fog-heavy upstate roads. Vivian stared out the tinted rear window, watching the orange glow of the fire fade into the gray mist. She reached into the pocket of her torn cashmere sweater, her fingers brushing past a small, hard object she had managed to snatch from the floorboards of the master suite before the explosion.

"Anna, this is a piece by the renowned painter Mr. Tobias. If you like it, I will buy it for you, alright?" Hearing that familiar name, my body went rigid. I turned and saw my daughter, Anna Sterling. She was dressed in a layered princess gown, the delicate tulle cascading like blooming petals. A dazzling eight-carat diamond hairpin shimmered in her hair. Her arm was looped through Scarlett’s, their closeness undeniable. "Thank you, Miss Snow. We already have three of Mr. Tobias’s paintings at home. This time, I’d like to see more realist art instead."

Her eyes were bright, not grateful or fearful, but sharp, hungry with the old city’s fire. “What’s your name?” Carolina asked. The girl considered, then: “Gem.” Carolina nodded. “You stay, you work. You run, you better be faster than me. Deal?” A smile—thin, dangerous. “Deal.” Carolina left her to it, and caught Morgan watching from the stairs, drawing the newcomers in her battered notebook. “Careful,” Carolina said. “You’ll run out of paper.” Morgan just smiled. “There’s always more stories.”