Goldfinger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Roman asked no one in particular as he still held on to his kids tightly. "Shut the fuck up, you imbecile!" Their boss yelled from the mezzanine. "What do we have in there, Addy?" It didn't seem like the men were ready to leave. The third man was downstair standing few inches away from Roman and his kids with his gun in his hands but he wasn't pointing at them. "Some stash of cash and five bars of gold." He answered, putting a lot of emphasis on the word gold. "Gold?" The boss and the third man got out simultaneously. They were shocked and in awe of the fact they were able to acquire gold from him. Everyone knew Roman Hendricks was one of the richest men in California but the armed men never

Gold begs "Who you trying to fool we both know you stopped caring about Zelina's mother six years ago, Zelina has been paying for this hospital bills not you. you don’t fool me." I retort "You!" Mr. Gold shouts "It’s true I know all your dirty secrets and tricks. I also know about this child you so proud of" I say "How dare you!" Mr. Gold screams I smile "So noisy..." I say I was about to say something else but my phone rings its First Aunt

- Yes… - You remember the logo you saw inside of it? - A golden serpent! Yes! - Well that's the logo of Glykon. A company working for the mafia. Do you know who Glykon is? - A Greek goddess I suppose - Yes, it's a snake goddess. In his human form, Glykon would carry a golden shield. - Gosh… you mean… - The secret illegal filial of Golden Shield is Glykon. Goldman was audacious enough to do illegal stuff in my territory, under my eyes. This audacity cannot be out of bravery.

REIGN “One more finger.” I ordered while lighting my cigarette. One of my men placed the trembling man’s left hand on the table and another quickly chopped off his pinky finger, equalizing the two hands. The unfortunate man let out a loud scream as he clutched his hand close to his chest. “So,” I blew out the smoke, “where's my truck?” I asked and the man shook in fear, sweat drenched his body and his lips trembled. “I don’t..”

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

In the end, my grandfather was the one who had led Skymex Group to its current glory in his youth, propelling himself as the richest man of Adonia. That was why everyone in the hall recognized him and knew about his legend. And given everything he did since he arrived, everyone in the hall now understood that I was the real grandson of Miles Langford—and Harold was the gigolo who was being sponsored. That was why they were all looking at him in disgust right then. "What? Harold Langford is really a gigolo! How desperate do those women have to be to get a sugar baby like that?" "Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family

A curated mask of confidence. And he wore no gloves—revealing the tattoo behind his thumb: C-73. Chaewon’s stomach clenched. “Target confirmed,” she whispered into her comm. “Clone Seventy-Three is live.” __THE FIRST DANCE — CHAOS IN SLOW MOTION__ The orchestra swelled, and suddenly, a slow waltz claimed the room. Couples began to pair. To her left, an ambassador’s wife leaned into a Russian heir. A Brazilian tech mogul twirled a masked girl half his age.

A week went by and my mum didn't bring up the subject, everything was normal, as it should be, my mum worked two jobs to support us, Luke helped me with the housework and took care of Bianca on the days I went hunting and to fight, it was hard to have a secret life my mother didn't know about these underground fights I got into, but that extra money was always very helpful, tonight I would earn 50 coins if I defeated a burly girl that everyone called "The wall ", I get ready as soon as she leaves for her second job, I throw my backpack on my back and pass all the instructions to my middle brother, Bianca complains about being alone with Luke but I ignore the complaints and go out the door, o

"Would they even be able to fit the amount of gold said to be stolen even if they were turned into thin sheets?" "Apparently there were multiple porters that aren't known. Maybe the guy's transporting the gold lied about following that Jack - John, whatever his fucking name is's directions and went rogue. Maybe their contractor was ignorant enough to fall for it. Which would be the John - Jim fella." "I think his name is Jordan?" "Now that's a stretch." He blows smoke from his nose, laying on the ground below him still taking intermittent drags of his cigarette. "Hey..." "What's up?"

Gold is the only artist that's hard to control. The golden boy is Healing Entertainment's greatest asset. He is a big deal in their industry so his every move is being watched. One wrong move and their company will fall. "I won't post it..." Finn blurts out, causing everyone to look at him. Their questioning eyes makes Finn cackles more. "I hired men to follow our Golden boy. He—" Finn isn't able to continue his confession when Gold abruptly stands up. He punches his bandmate just like the way Finn punches him, the only difference is that Gold didn't stop with a single hit. He strikes Finn's face, not minding the blood spilling everywhere.