Novelas y relatos de Golden Scenery Of Tomorrow 14

This can’t be real. This is glamouring. Another ability, its purpose is to create illusions so real it could fool any on-lookers, but not keen observers. “Let me out of this glamour!” I shouted to the sky. Their master’s probably scrying over me on his mirrors or reflective stones. I let out a shaky breath. I need to get out of this soon, or else my mind will fall to the illusion. I closed my eyes and focused, trying to find the presence of familiar people to try and transport to their place.

“Tomorrow—.” “Tomorrow you’re having dinner with Mr. Melton.” Cursing under his breath, Andrew pressed her again, his voice ragged. “Then Lily can have dinner with you tomorrow night.” Evelyn shook her head, attempting to slide past him. “Andrew, let me go.” Shifting, he blocked her escape. “When’s the next event?” “July fourth.” Andrew gave a frustrated groan, let his head drop to rest his forehead dejectedly on her shoulder. “That’s absolutely not going to work for me.”

Leonardo retorts, “ There’s no point to all of this. You’re here to be our maid and maybe even give us a haircut, which was your original purpose here, by the way. ” Something crinkles from the corner of the room, like the sound of foil being folded or crumpled up. All eyes turn to Goldie, who is currently digging into a bag of chips. “Jesus, kid. Couldn’t you be quieter? We’re talking here.” Goldie looks at Leonardo for a moment, and then returned his attention to his snack. With a couple of chips in his mouth, he slowly speaks up. “Let’s go to…Capiz.” “Huh…?” Leonardo shoots a scowl at the young man who is innocently eating junk food.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

’ "I’m sure. Nina and I are getting married soon. I’ll take care of her from now on. But Indya is different. She’s a painter. She can’t lose her eyes. That would be no different than taking her life." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I used all the strength I had to try and open my eyes. "I arranged this car accident just so Indya could get a cornea transplant. Don’t try to talk me out of it. Can you really bear to see Indya keep falling apart? This is what I owe her." Calum didn’t respond. I felt a warm palm press gently against my face. "Don’t be afraid, Nina. From now on, I’ll be your eyes."

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

I had come to find Cassian to go over the final bonding arrangements, but before I could even step inside, Lyra’s voice drifted through the door. “Cassian, did you really order that moonsilver Luna crown for me? I heard the high-tier smiths only make those for future Lunas, and you have to book months in advance.” Cassian did not hesitate. “I did. I had it sent from the north. It’ll be here next week.” “Won’t it be too expensive?”

“Lilith was a little too traumatized by the scare, so I stayed by her side the entire time, and that is why...” Under the weight of my stare, he shut his mouth bashfully. “Jessica, listen to me. The situation was too urgent at that moment. Lilith was closer to me, so I subconsciously just...” He paused, but it seemed even he did not believe his own absurd excuses. “I did not know you would get hit...” I interrupted him. “When are you two setting off?” He answered with caution. “The morning after tomorrow.” “Understood. I want to rest now. You should leave.”