Hearts Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again. It was his voice that Jaxsen tried to simulate in his head as his eyes roamed the pages. He found himself clutching the book to his chest, but to no avail. Cora Weaverly snatched the book, an old copy of Utopia; a fifteenth century novel of political philosophy, from his small and defenseless hands. He tried to get it back but she slapped him down. He held the tears back, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of physical manifestations of pain. He narrowed his eyes trying to be defiant. Then in a matter of a nano-secon

Janifer replied as she cut off the call Then she stand up and move into the house and next thing She came out with her book, she prefer book this time around, not tab So she came and sat back on where she was sitting before As she began to read to made away with boredom, after all she have been on social media since all this while So she decided to carry out her book this time around ★★ ★★ ★RILLYS AND NANA'S★ ★COMPOUND★ ★ 6:00 ★ The full compound was shown as the Two beautiful mansion inside was shining very bright The golden gate have it inner light that makes it shines out in the night The house was totally different from others I can say that, it is actually the best The lights inside was

I looked down, trying to hold back my tears. "Don't act innocent like you are one of them because you are not. I don't know why my parents like you. Did you poison them on their food? All the money we have, fame, all of that are the result of hard work. Not a result of marrying a billionaire people." His words are like a sharp knife stabbing my heart. I just stayed silent and let his anger out. "They keep saying to me that you and your family have a heart of gold? Or Gold diggers?" He huffs.

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

But this evening the usual academic hush was heavy with a sort of reverence unlike any other. Every seat was filled, and people stood shoulder-to-shoulder down the aisles, an expanse of faces gazing at a simple lectern, emitting warm, intense light. Hearts at the Helm: A True Story of Love and Revolution wasn't just on the giant screens; it was present. Its cover, a beautiful minimalist illustration of two silhouettes at the tiller of a ship, steering towards a not-a-line but a sweep of burning, breaking gold, was created by Jonah. A week on the shelves and it had already reached seismic status, riding bestseller lists not as a trashy tell-all novel, but as a cultural phenomenon.

THE END **AUTHOR'S NOTE*** And that's it, thank you so much for supporting Billionaire's HEartless Love! I always read your comments and it always inspires me to write. I apologize for the wrong grammar and errors as I'll try my best to edit this story soon. Also, this book is the third book of the Hearts Series and if you want to read more, I'll list the order of my books so you can read the others too! The next chapters would be their life after marriage. It would be Theon’s Story.

Butterflies are now attacking his stomach. 'Why do I feel this way? I'm supposed to hate him, but he makes my heart skip a beat.' Gold tells himself. "Your ride is here." Just like that, Gold's heart skips another beat. Fuck. When will Kolya stop smiling seductively? Kolya lets go of his hold on Gold's shoulder. Charles is here. "Goodnight, Gold." Gold nods his head and then he enters the car. Kolya waves, but the golden boy didn't roll down his window. He only watches Kolya's smile and pretty eyes until the car speeds off.

A man stepped out, carrying a heavy, leather-bound book exactly like the one my mother had used. He looked up at the penthouse window. And even from this height, I knew his eyes weren't silver. They were gold.