Golden Finger Novels & Stories

When he came to look he saw what was written on the description and details of the phone. IPhone 3G King's Button - with the price of $2.4 million dollars, its made of solid 18-carat yellow gold, white gold, and rose gold. It also has a white gold line encrusted with a total of 138 brilliant-cut diamonds of the best quality. The most prominent feature of the luxury gadget is the 6.6-carat diamond used as its home button, which makes it appealing to the eye. Joshua was stunned by the price of the iPhone worth 2.4 million dollars.

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

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

"The ten million from the Tangier shipment. Where is it landing?" "Watch," she whispered, her voice a velvety, razor-sharp purr. She struck the enter key with a definitive *tap*. A cryptographic progress bar materialized on the screen: [DECRYPTING AES-256 LAYER... ROUTING VIA PANAMA SHORELINE TRUST...]

He was probably an animal! He must have taken advantage of how ignorant the beautiful girl was and got her through malicious methods. A group of men whined about how they weren't as lucky to have met someone as adorable as Ginger was. They couldn't accept that someone else had got to her first. "Look, Sir! That crown looks beautiful!" Ginger pointed at a glass cabinet not too far away. There, a European-style crown was placed inside. It was made of gold and was embroidered with diamonds and colorful gems.

When they tried to fish, they only caught one after sitting for an hour! Did Miss King find a fish lair?! The staff weighed Helma and Sophia's catch. "Miss King, the total is thirty-four kilograms. Since you are taking on the mission for the first time, I will give you thirty-five kilograms. It is a total of one thousand four hundred gold coins. Please keep them." The gold coins prepared by the program team were small gold coins made of copper. They looked like those game tokens in the amusement arcade, but gold in color and pleasant looking.

The cave, though not expansive, housed several items suspended within the center, all of which were cloaked in a restriction. Within the initial restriction lay two pieces of metal, one the size of a baby's fist and the other about the size of a walnut. They radiated a golden light, pulsating with an aura that seemed to command the very rules of heaven and earth. Callie, who was trailing just behind Severin, could not help but to exclaim, "Lumigold!"

Nyx tapped the screen again. “Look closer.” The map shifted. Trade routes appeared, glowing lines stretching across the sea. One of them blinked red. Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “A blockade.” “Not official,” Nyx said. “But effective.” She pulled up shipping manifests. Half the grain shipments scheduled for Port Rythal had been diverted elsewhere. Alaric leaned closer to the display. “Who benefits?” Nyx brought up the surrounding region’s economic reports. One port city flashed brighter than the rest. Velmora. Grain surplus.

She’ll sleep better like this. I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third-degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.

The material is a diaphanous gauzy gold, a Grecian peplos, the fabric expertly draped on the body. A hint of silhouette peeking through the multiple layers and folds of fabric, my feminine form exposed through gauzy golden haze. I am the sun incarnate. Even my tiny golden bracelet glints in the light, highlighted by the gown's golden glow. My ring proudly displayed on my finger. Monica has dusted my eyelids with a golden shimmer and painted my lips a soft pink.