Hearts Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

Silver light split over his ribs, drawing lines across skin, making a map of where the wound would go. Selene whispered something in an old language. The chamber answered. Below us, something began to beat. Boom. Boom. Boom. The Heart. Not inside him yet. Waiting. Choosing nothing. Being carried toward him by force. A silver glow rose from the stone in front of him. It was shaped like nothing and everything. A flame. A jewel. A living pulse. A star cut from a chest and taught to keep beating. The Heart hovered in the air. Beautiful. Terrible.

Eden looked very worried yet suppressing his feelings, he murmured, “I will keep it a secret. Aldus, we should go back to the ball now or Father will start searching for us.” Patting my head one more time, Aldus declared, “I accept Eliza Claire Gold as a loyal member of the Golden Heart Pack. May your glorious presence change our fate, Young lady. Follow your heart till the end.” Bowing to him, I replied obediently, “I offer my body and soul for the welfare of the pack, Aldus.” Taking our leave from Aldus when we took the path of the hall once again, I couldn’t control the spasmodic trembling within me. My heart was throbbing rapidly, thinking about my uncertain future.

she teases, nudging me playfully with her elbow. Huang grunts as he stares out the window, hands on his waist. "These royals are at it again," he begins, his eyes straying to his wife seated afar off, hands meticulously fitting a dress. "They never seem to stop." Curiosity piqued, I stand from the couch and walk to the window, peering over Huang's shoulder to catch sight of some guards patrolling the streets. "What are they up to?" I ask. "Harvesting Embers," Maryl sighs from behind. "But they won't find any. They've scared them all off."

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

She expertly appraised the contents of the room, taking stock of the treasures on display: Diamond-encrusted necklaces lay beside ancient scrolls, their yellowed parchment crackling with age, a Renaissance-era painting hung adjacent to a Buddhist monastery's intricately carved door and a gold-plated, gemstone-studded sarcophagus dominated the far wall, its lid slightly ajar lay amidst a lot of other treasures that most undisciplined thieves might have a hard time overlooking.

There were reporters snagging photos, all looking for their scandalous headline for the morning, and I certainly did not stop them. After all, what is the Golden-lucky Playboy for? The world is itching to see the golden boy; they, my world, needed that somewhere. But my perceived audience of admirers was not equally cheering across the ballroom. The farthest side of the ballroom near the windows stood my grandfather. Edward Hayes: silver hair, a crisp and sharp suit, eyes sharper and tight, not drinking, and definitely not smiling. He was with me tonight, but he didn’t need to drink to be seriously sober; he had the business of the Hayes Empire right there with him, and now out of retirement

The scene in front of them made everyone extremely shocked. Grand Pure Emperor's eyes flashed with cold light. He took a step forward and said, "The real gold is like a rainbow, endless cutting!" Every word sounded like hundreds of millions of pieces of metal colliding and weapons clashing. The countless arms behind him attacked again. Suddenly, the infinite world was broken. A tragic book slowly appeared in the broken void. The book was made of bamboo slips. Its surface was mottled, and blood oozed out of it. It emanated an incomparably brutal and murderous aura, as if it were the source of all the slaughter in the world.

Anyway, it's the skills that will allow a warrior to win a battle with honor but it’s the attitude that will allow a human to live its life with pride. If she could teach Fahazi to become a fine young lad, she couldn’t be happier to share every bit of knowledge that she had. Speaking of knowledge, Raeya saw the book that Fahazi used to hit her head with. She recognized the title of the book written in golden and sparkling letters which read Hidden Hearts. It was one of the books of Hearth that weren’t burned and eradicated. The other books of Hearth that contained the researches and spells of the scientists, now turned conjurers, were gone. Each data was deleted as ordered by the Triad becau

“You must be very busy doing... whatever it is you do all day.” The next encounter was in the library. I’d gone there to escape her, thinking it was the one place she wouldn’t bother me. I was wrong. “Oh, I love this room,” she said as she walked in, trailing her fingers along the spines of the books. “Max and I used to spend hours in here. He has such a good eye for first editions, don’t you think?” I clenched my jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. She pulled a book off the shelf, flipping through it. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How life works out. You, an actress turned... well, whatever you are now. And me, still as close to Max as ever.”

“No my child, open your eyes like you are trying to see for the first time. Closing your eyes closes your sight within her mind and yours.” When I opened my eyes expecting to see her, I saw that I was stuck within a white hall with a few gold doors, red doors and black doors. “Good my child”, I heard her voice echo through the halls. I turned around trying to see her but she wasn’t there. “The gold ones represent her favorite memories. Red means her intimate ones and black means her dreadful ones”. I nodded my head and looked to the right where I saw a golden door. “Choose a memory for now and open it”.