Novel & Cerita Golden Finger

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

I said pointing to the list of three, gold, black and red, "Common James Bond colours," "This is all incredible," I smiled and resisted the urge to say 'I know' but I did, it was part of the job. "And also, there will be an ice-sculpture of the golden finger woman at the middle people can take photos with," The next hour flew by with still decoration. And then another about the cake, and when he wanted cake testing, I was definitely not going this time. Thankfully he said he can manage by himself and he'll confirm the flavours.

***Hyacinth*** We finally returned to the Philippines, this time to delve into the intricacies of Golden Goose Corp (GGC), my father’s company. The moment we stepped off the plane, the tropical heat hit me like a wall. The sun was relentless, its rays prickling against my skin. I’ve always preferred colder climates, but duty called. As we walked toward the waiting car, I sneezed loudly, the sudden change in temperature catching me off guard. Patricia handed me a tissue with a knowing smile.

I didn't have a hairpin. "Here. It's actually very pretty." She remarked, staring at the hairpin in her hand. The hairpin was golden and I suspected Francesca actually knew it was real gold. It had red gems arranged along its length in the middle and the sides were lined with silver, making it look exquisite. She didn't seem to want to give it to me, but I knew I was dead if I didn't give Reece the hairpin back. I immediately snatched it from her.

- Yes… - You remember the logo you saw inside of it? - A golden serpent! Yes! - Well that's the logo of Glykon. A company working for the mafia. Do you know who Glykon is? - A Greek goddess I suppose - Yes, it's a snake goddess. In his human form, Glykon would carry a golden shield. - Gosh… you mean… - The secret illegal filial of Golden Shield is Glykon. Goldman was audacious enough to do illegal stuff in my territory, under my eyes. This audacity cannot be out of bravery.

"You are a smart woman. You should have known your trade." “The gold I’m after isn’t in your possession.” The air of arrogance around Vladimir vanished at her remark. “There is nothing that I don’t possess.” He gritted getting offended by Esmeray's remark. “Open the pouch.” Esmeray said as she stifled a yawn. With a frown, Vladimir did and almost gasped when he saw Red Gold also known as Dragon Gold in the pouch.

Gwen said. “The Golden Rattle?” I repeated. “Yeah. They have the best stuff and their online reviews are all praises.” Turns out The Golden Rattle was a one-stop shop for baby and toddler stuff. They sold luxury items like cashmere booties, organic skincare for newborns, and limited-edition nursery décor. They even sold literal gold-plated rattles. It was overwhelming.

Besides the cake, there was also a gold leaf and a piece of light blue glass on the side. Ethan also took a piece of cake, casually pushing the gold leaf and the aquamarine to the side. He finished the cake in two bites, and Maddy cleared the plate. "Is this made of glass?" Bianca asked in a low voice, pointing at the blue object. "That's aquamarine and weighs 80 grams. And the leaf is made of 18K gold by Tiffany's craftsmen," Frost said expressionlessly. "This cake is called Fortified Stilt Fisherman's Indulgence, so it must have these two things. Just leave them on the plate after eating, we will use them again next time.

"But inside here, it's not like out there. We have unlimited fields." "How?" I asked, my mouth full of food. "The gold," he said with a knowing smirk. "It enhances everything around it." "I knew it was odd to have so much gold everywhere." "It's just a light coating on the outside of everything—from the gates surrounding our lands to the wooden posts in our crop fields. Every crystal has a unique quality." He held up his blue coffee mug that reflected the light. "Is that the same blue crystal used in your food supply that deformed most of your pack?"

“Left hand.” I held it up between us, and Declan slipped the gold ring onto my ring finger. It had a faint pink sheen to it, some kind of rose gold, and an even fainter tracery. Something Irish. I fell in love with it instantly, and I knew I’d be driving every member of the casino’s staff nuts showing it to literally everyone, sometimes twice to make sure I hadn’t missed anyone. “I’ll put mine on later,” Declan said. “I can’t reach it from here.”