Golden Treasure Mobi Novels & Stories

I opened drawers, lifted rugs, slid my fingers along the carved baseboards—anything that could hide something, anything that would offer even the smallest clue to who Zara was and what secrets she died with. I flipped through the books arranged against a shelf, checked behind and between each creak of the cupboard. I found nothing. Nothing except a worn leather pouch tucked beneath a false panel in the wardrobe floor. Gold coins. Neatly stacked, wrapped in a faded strip of silk. I stared at them, heart hammering and my mouth going dry. Not the kind of money a simple mistress should have lying around. It seemed so absurd for anyone to have this amount of money hanging around. What the hell ha

The door slammed shut with a heavy, airtight *thud*, cutting off the roar of the burning mansion completely. As Marcus slid into the driver's seat and jammed the vehicle into reverse, the sedan accelerated away from the burning crater of the Gilded Fortress, plunging deep into the fog-heavy upstate roads. Vivian stared out the tinted rear window, watching the orange glow of the fire fade into the gray mist. She reached into the pocket of her torn cashmere sweater, her fingers brushing past a small, hard object she had managed to snatch from the floorboards of the master suite before the explosion.

A thin cotton dress was layered beneath a thick cloak tied with an emerald ribbon, and golden jewelry adorned her hair and neck. The weight of the opulent adornments made her feel out of place—like a maid masquerading as a queen. After Rhyzar’s revelation, she couldn’t shake the thought that all the gilded surfaces around her might actually be real gold. The statues in the hallways, though suspiciously similar, seemed too fantastical to believe. Still, she eyed them warily as Gelda led her to the large room where she had first reunited with Rhyzar.

With a squeak, the car rolled to a stop. Alexander and Arthur were back at Golden Lion Villa, hoping to dig up some leads on that elusive jade amulet. Given Rex's deep pockets, it would be a shock if he had not stashed away secrets in hidden rooms. The villa's entrance was alive with excitement. Heavy trucks were parked all over, with folks hauling out boxes, grinning like they had hit the jackpot. Chaos Snake Master's riches were legendary in Barrowbay, tempting enough to make anyone's mouth water. A single pot for some fancy plant could fetch a king's ransom.

My whole life, Mom had given to Hailey every piece of happiness and peace that should have been mine. Even the image of me as a hardworking, high-achieving student had been stolen and placed on Hailey. She was planning to let me die without treatment so she could rob me of everything good left in my life. I laughed softly. Too bad for her, things would not always go according to plan. I was not sick at all! Hailey, on the other hand, was a different story.

"What did you say? You dare tell me to get out? All this over thirty dollars? "I knew it—I was right about you. You're nothing but a gold-digger! The moment you realized you couldn't squeeze money out of me, your attitude changed. Is money all you see?" Justin shot me a mocking glance and spoke up at just the right moment. "Simon, how can you treat Clairebear like this? She's the young lady of the Musk family, lowering herself to be with someone like you. You should be grateful and think twice about making her angry. Don't you just want money? Fine. I'll give it to you."

"That was Ms. Thornton’s secondary card, with no spending limit. She had preloaded $1,000,000 onto it as a New Year's gift for you. Unfortunately, you burned it." "A… A million? No limit?" Diana’s eyes rolled back. She nearly fainted. She scrambled toward the brazier, ignoring the heat, digging frantically through the ashes. "My money! That was my money! One million! What have I done?!" Her hands blistered from the heat, but she kept clawing through the ashes, wailing. I watched her coldly, then took out the red velvet box she had thrown aside earlier. "And this." I opened it and took out the pair of gold bangles she had dismissed as cheap junk. "Caleb, read them the certification."

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

He was writing fast, his green eyes glowing brighter with every word. "Chapter 84," the author said, his voice echoing through the entire city. "The Mother dies to save the Child. The Child becomes the new Vessel. The World turns to Gold." Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned into gold. Not liquid, but solid, hard metal. It started to spread, turning the cars, the buildings, and the trees into statues of gold. It was moving toward me and Elle like a rising tide. "It’s a rewrite!" Silas appeared from the shadows, his face pale. He was holding a small, silver mirror. "Hazel, look into the mirror! It’s the only way to stay real!"

She had just — finally, and for the first time — arrived. The Windsor chair stood in the corner of the living room of a house they bought together — not forty acres and a glass tower, but something smaller, with a real garden and south-facing windows. Her mother came to dinner once a month and complained about the drive and ate everything on her plate. On the mantle was a small bottle, found in the workshop when they packed his things. Ghost. She kept it for the reminder: that what looks stripped and pale and lost is sometimes just waiting. That things come back to themselves. That old and tended and cared-for is not the same as broken.