Golden Scar Novels & Stories

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

“Thanks for encouraging me… I'm glad I did it,” “Congrats, Kate,” Joseph said, flashing her a warm smile. “Thanks, Joseph,” A smirk appeared on my face when I saw Cecile's jealous face. When the last piece arrived after considerable bidding, everyone started to pay attention. It was five kilograms of Karatgold from ancient Greece. Everyone paid keen attention. The bidding starts from five hundred thousand dollars. “Five hundred and eighty thousand dollars!” A local jeweler from the Philippines exclaimed as she got on her feet, a smug smile on her face.

But at this time, I'm already glad to be here. "Wait," Enzo suddenly said, tugging my arm once more. "There's something I want to look at." I nodded my head, following after him. "Are these real gold?" Enzo asked the vendor once we arrived at another stall. My eyes widened in surprise. He's going to be buying gold here? He really does have much more money than I had imagined. "Yes, sir," a voice of a kind man said. "These are handmade by me, and I used premium 24 karat gold. You wouldn't find anything like this in the market."

I turn quickly and walk over to my jewelry box, retrieving one of the two red bags it held. Lucifer eyes the bag as I put it in my pocket. “What’s that?” “That is my bribe if he is unwilling to hand over the information.” I smile sweetly at him. Lucifer’s brows furrow. “Doesn’t that help reinforce you winning the deal?” “Doesn’t the Devil always make a deal with the deck stacked in his favor?” Lucifer’s lips curl up in a smirk. “Damn. You are made for me.” I wink at him. “And don’t you forget it. Now, you have to stay incorporeal for this to work.”

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Tried to bring in as much money as possible but with my father’s illness- “She is in session. What is the nature of this visit?” One of the guards asked that stood beside the golden door. Like the door, their armor was made of golden metal. Gold fused with steel. Or something of the sort. If I had one of those, I could feed my family for a thousand years, if we worked with the money well enough. Yet here the spring goddess was, squandering it on her most elite guards. Never looking after her people. “He hunted in the sacred forest. The punishment-“

The secretary said. Manger York? The Yorks? Senior Zimmer grew excited. “Hurry and let him in!” *** “Another villa near the riverside!” “Thirteen million dollars cash!” “Ten golden combs denoting a happy marriage!” “Ten golden phoenix hairpins signifying an auspicious omen!” “Ten jade abacus for good fortune!” “Ten pairs of gold bracelets denoting a match made in heaven!” “Ten sets of golden bowls and chopsticks signifying conjugal felicity!”