Novel & Cerita Golden Scar

The most powerful position in any negotiation is making the other party believe the outcome was their idea. The negotiation book. The first book Jack had pulled from my shelves. I felt something move through me that was not entirely professional. "He didn't leave you documents," I said quietly. "No," Jack said. "He left you the capacity," I said. "Yes," Jack said. We looked at each other across the desk. Outside the study window Stone City was going about its afternoon business. Indifferent. Relentless. The way it always was. "Castellano has been searching for twenty eight years," I said. "For information he believes your father obtained and hid."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

The man glows. His hair is long, golden, and radiant, as if it has absorbed the light of countless stars. It flows with the breeze, shimmering and shifting in the sunlight like something out of a dream. But it’s his eyes that captivate me the most—golden, not amber. Pure gold, glowing with an intensity that feels almost too bright to look at. He doesn’t belong here; he doesn’t belong anywhere I can name. There’s something otherworldly about him, something so achingly familiar that my chest tightens with a strange sense of déjà vu.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Amara couldn't help but exclaim, "The Splendour Pavillion truly is one of the most amazing places in the immortal world. The various divine treasures and earthly herbs collected by the owner throughout their life are probably all here!" She pointed out different items. "Look over there. That's the gallbladder of a single-horned giant snake. And that golden one is Frigid Gold, a rare ore that grows in the depths of underground abysses. Over there, there are even Pure Energy Pills... They're all rare treasures!" Amara was excited, though she couldn't quite explain why.

I had my uncle look up her ID info, and as soon as he checked, it turned out that Lillian is a notorious gold digger! Those around us erupted into murmurs, while Clara crossly held up her phone for everyone to see. "I've gone to so much trouble for you, yet you're being completely ungrateful about it, Nicholas!" Nicholas snatched the phone and stared fixedly at the screen, noting the name Lillian Naughton displayed there. Just as Clara claimed, there were only two individuals by that name—one was the prestigious heiress of the Naughton family, and the other was an infamous marriage fraudster and gold digger.