Goldfinger の小説・ストーリー

Samus whispered in Master Quint’s ear. Master Quint paused immediately and said hurriedly, “What is it?!” “Grandfather, I can find someone from the underworld to scare Darcy and her parents. I know Gold Tooth’s man, King Kong. I can pay him to do the job.” Master Quint’s eyes glimmered with hope. He had heard of the name Gold Tooth. The man was also an underworld gaffer, as powerful as Giovani Beneli. His front tooth was made out of gold, hence the name. His men were all criminals and gangsters.

The following morning, within the heart of the formidable Gambino empire, Alejandro strode confidently towards the heavily guarded entrance of the state-of-the-art computer lab, with his loyal enforcer, Bruno, dutifully trailing in his wake. Alejandro's attire was a striking white tailored suit, perfectly complemented by a pristine pair of white shoes. Around his neck hung a gold chain, meticulously engraved with the name "Jandro." His fingers boasted an array of opulent gold rings, and upon his left wrist, a dazzling customized diamond wristwatch accentuated his opulence.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

“A fine? It’s not a damn speeding ticket! You would accuse me of theft. I figured, since you gathered all that information for the feds, you would know the difference between a felony and a misdemeanor. Your phone is worth what?” “I don’t know; it’s a custom case. Like half a million, I think.” I replied. The design, named Diamond Snowflake, features tiny white gold and 18 carrot diamonds. It’s really pretty. From a brand called Caviar. They're really hard to get, but Daddy pulled some strings for me.

(Doctor Rafaela) With the brightest smiles ever, Bob and Bar's expression turned solemn as they saw the numbers on the bill. _____________________________________________________________________________ Black Keep 3rd Floor, "All the collected golds, has been melted down to a gold bar and transferred into the all 100 Dimensional storage rings, the total weight of all of them was 50 tons…the platinum and the rest of the coins already taken over by the National Bank…General Bina and Mina currently assaulting 2 bandit's groups, there's no problem there..". (Elijah)

Her heart hammered a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs as she stared through the dense upstate fog toward the blinding headlights of the silver sedan. She knew that name. *Aisha.* It wasn't the name of a corporate shell company in Delaware, nor a high-ranking coordinator within the upper echelons of The Consortium. It was a phantom moniker—a ghost signature that had appeared at the very bottom of the black-market transaction sheets she had briefly glimpsed on Dominic’s decrypted administrative terminal in Manhattan.

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”

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.

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of her complexion. She lays it on s

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.