Golden Scar Novels & Stories

As soon as this statement comes out, all people in the golden shop focus on Allen, and even the beer belly fat and gorgeous women just turned to look at him. "What did you say? You want to buy it?" The saleswoman looked at Allen in a shock. "This is a Golden statue with white jade, worth 35 million! You can't afford tens of thousands of jewelries. How can you afford it?" Others also look at Allen with the same judging eyes. The fat beer belly at the door turned back, and looked at Allen with a sneer. "Boy, you can really pretend! You can't afford anything. How can a poor boy dare to buy it? "

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

I stutter like an idiot, not knowing how to describe her divine wolf form. “Well, no. We were too busy running to stop and take a look.” she replies with a sharp edge. She goes to look down before realising that in this form she needs to look back to see herself. “Am I GOLD?” she breathes. “Rose gold, to be precise.” Christian confirms. Because the pink hue of her glossy coat is what matters right now.

I whisper in her ear, hugging her back full body once the gold completely returns. Once she lefts go, luckily, the gold doesn't flow out again. The feeling of her love enveloping me lingers. "Everything I touch with my...golden tip? Is, um, also turning gold. How are we getting rid of the gilt?" Kilyn practically begs. "Mund ta heqim gishtin." The doctor suggests something with a shrug.

SPARKLE! Gold coins rolled across the bedsheets! Deep red ruby necklaces caught the light from the glass window, sparkling like bright red fire! Silver rings with large clear diamonds glittered right next to Emily’s hands! Emily’s dark eyes went wide with pure greed! Her breath caught in her throat as she reached out her fingers, sliding them through the pile of warm gold and heavy jewels! "Oh, Xavier!" Emily gasped out, pulling a long gold necklace with a huge red ruby right up to her neck. "It is all so beautiful!"

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

Leon said, his voice firm as he clearly refused to purchase the same bracelet for me. I cursed Mia in my mind. *That bìtch! What charm did she use on Alpha Leon to care so much about her?* "Fine, I will pick out something," I looked around the store and found a lovely necklace. I wanted to wear it to tomorrow's event. At least, that will be enough to ruin Mia's happiness. "How much is this golden necklace?" I asked the female store attendant who was standing next to me. "Miss, that gold is 24 karat gold, worth 1 million dollars," the shop attendant said, and I blushed and asked for it.

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

On the other hand, this only paved the way for a giant golden hall with an even bigger obstacle. — Another occasion! Slipping away from the lessons! What do you think this golden thing in your head means? Wait a moment, where is your diadem? Do you realize how expensive it is ?! — The old corpse decorated in jewels, literally from head to toe, spoke while his bodyguards watched my every movement as if I could cause some harm to his beloved old cheese bag.

“That pretty little face tells me you ain’t got nothing but yourself to offer.” Heat rises to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and fury, but I force my expression to remain neutral. “I have gold.” Silence. Then, like hungry animals catching the scent of blood, their expressions shift. Greedy, intrigued. “How much?” the scarred man asks. I reach into my bag and pull out a single gold coin, holding it up between my fingers. “Is this enough?” Their eyes glimmer with desire. The greasy-haired woman lunges forward, snatching the coin and biting down on it with yellowed teeth before nodding. “She’s rich.”