Goldust Novels & Stories

"You think brute force can override the central bank of the universe? I am the Manager of the Mint! My capital is infinite!" Arthur clapped his hands together. The sound echoed like a gavel striking a block of solid platinum. From the depths of the shimmering vault, the Mint's internal security protocols engaged. Four towering figures marched out of the blinding light. They were "Gilded Arbiters"—twenty-foot-tall golems forged entirely from compressed, solid bullion and animated by the souls of bankrupt cosmic warlords. They wielded massive hammers shaped like balancing scales, each swing capable of adjusting localized physics.

“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.

“Thanks for encouraging me… I'm glad I did it,” “Congrats, Kate,” Joseph said, flashing her a warm smile. “Thanks, Joseph,” A smirk appeared on my face when I saw Cecile's jealous face. When the last piece arrived after considerable bidding, everyone started to pay attention. It was five kilograms of Karatgold from ancient Greece. Everyone paid keen attention. The bidding starts from five hundred thousand dollars. “Five hundred and eighty thousand dollars!” A local jeweler from the Philippines exclaimed as she got on her feet, a smug smile on her face.

Salvador commanded. "We've already looked into it. Aside from a pair of Mystic Pearl earrings, the other jewelry consists solely of pieces made by The Gilded Tower. As for the gold and silver ingots, they're not from official mints but were privately minted. While there are silver coins, the sheer volume of privately minted gold and silver ingots with no traceable origins makes investigation impossible," Derek reported.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

"You’re going to test their metal purity on live social streams?" "We bring Kai into the front window of this flagship boutique on Friday morning," I revealed, turning around to face my team, my posture radiating supreme, undisputed sovereign authority. "We set up a live, industrial-grade spectrometer and a high-heat melting crucible right behind the bulletproof glass. We offer a free, live XRF metallurgical purity test to anyone who brings in a Vance & Co. piece. When the scanner exposes their 'heritage gold' as nickel-plated copper trash, we offer them an immediate trade-in credit for an authentic, lifetime-guaranteed Mendoza Luxe geometric band."

I had no clue. “One thousand gold pieces.” I said hoping that was going to be enough money. Cadogen let out a whistle. “You’re steep. Have you really never been touched?” his eyebrow arched quizzically. “I’m not a prude if that is what you are asking but I have never been intimate that way with a man.” I sat back wishing I would have said a different price. Maybe that was too high. He sat a moment longer, rapping his fingers on the table.

Chapter 170: The Golden Fuel The vial of quintessence felt impossibly heavy in Natalia’s palm. The thick, viscous gold fluid inside surged against the glass, pulsing with a raw, alchemical heat that instantly warmed her frozen fingers. It was the stolen lifeblood of Oakhaven’s mountains, the concentrated energy Malakor had used to forge an empire from the blood of slaves.

"Ask me something easier next time." "Fine." I crossed my arms, mostly to give my hands something to do besides fidget. "Favorite color." "Now that's easier." His grin came back, softer than before. "Gold." He said it looking directly at my eyes, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck before I could stop it. "That's not fair," I said. "Never claimed to play fair." He sat up, closer now than he'd been a minute ago, close enough that I could smell sandalwood again, the same scent that had clung to his jacket. "You're blushing."

“Believe it or not, the so-called superpowers of the world are superpowers because of us. And the incredible thing is, they don’t even care who we are, what we are and what we do. They are all just after their power. That’s all. So, we used this to our advantage and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. We kept producing goods and making profit in the black market. We waited seven years for our chance. This Golden Leaf is the chance we have been waiting for. A few days ago our scientists made a discovery that this particular Golden Leaf has a special chemical that allows us to reproduce, replicate and mould it into whatever we want. My scientists told me that within just ten days, we coul