Kamar Gold Novels & Stories

She was falling in love with the island already. “This will be your room,” Servant Kim announced, leading her into a spacious and elegantly decorated bedroom. Charity glanced around in awe. She wouldn’t be sharing a room with Cameron, it seemed—not that she had expected to. After all, their arrangement wasn’t about love. “The room is fully equipped with everything you might need,” Servant Kim continued. Charity nodded, silently impressed. Money truly could make the impossible happen in an instant. She had only struck the deal with Cameron yesterday, and now she was here, in a luxurious paradise.

The man pushed it open, revealing a lavish bedroom. The room looked like something out of a palace, soft cream walls with gold accents, velvet drapes that touched the floor, and a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A king-size bed sat in the middle, with carved wooden posts and royal blue sheets that looked untouched. A gold-trimmed vanity stood in one corner, and across from the bed, mounted on the wall, was a black security camera blinking faintly. Another one sat at the top corner near the entrance door, silently watching.

he said “ Down the road?” from what Karen knew there was nobody staying down the road and why would they when it was covered with a lot of tree. “Yes just a few blocks away from here” Or maybe someone did and she wasn’t aware of it, she decided to believe him. “ Where are you headed?” he asked. “ I'm going to Bell Gold store” “ The place where they design the jewelry's?” “Yes” " Do you know where it is?" " Of course, I do. who doesn't know Bell Gold, it's one of the most famous and most expensive jewelry store ever"

Seranda was not happy to hear that. “Which room did you want to begin with?” Seranda asked. The castle had rules which had been before her time and breaking them was a no for her. “I want the one with the white door, and golden nop” Seranda and Chimere exchanged glances. Every door had a different color to differentiate the hierarchy. The queen and King's Chamber was made of gold, while the prince's room was made of forest green and a golden nob. The princess room was of white and golden nob while one last room stood for emergencies, which was of red and golden nob. the room couldn't be tampered with.

I hear the excited shuffle of feet as Ariah steps in, followed by a low whistle. “This is so much better than our dorms,” Ariah mutters, sounding impressed despite herself. Valerie moves on. “Nate, this one’s yours.” She swings open the next door, and Nate—who has been surprisingly quiet this whole time—steps inside. Then immediately screeches. “IS THIS GOLD!?” Valerie winces as his voice bounces off the high ceilings. “Oh, for the love of—” “The bedframe is actual gold!” Nate yelps, pointing at it like it personally offended him. “And this comforter? Real Egyptian cotton? In gold? What the hell?”

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

The lines between the federal operative and the vengeful survivor blurred into a chaotic, white-hot fog. "I don't care about the gold, Isabella," Dante rasped, his hand reaching up, his fingers stopping just millimeters short of her jawline. "I care about the blood." "Then let's go get it," she whispered, stepping back to the vanity and snapping the laptop lid shut with a sharp, definitive. The room dropped back into the dull, amber glow of the fireplace. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a heavy, ancient iron key with a intricate, rusted clover pattern. "The guards are rotating at the western terrace right now. The chapel is open."

The world narrowed to the taste of him, the strength of his arms, the way his wolf seemed to purr through the bond I couldn’t yet name. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes had gone gold at the edges. “Tonight,” he said roughly. “My chambers. No more guest room.” It wasn’t a question. My body responded with a rush of heat even as my mind screamed caution. I nodded, unable to speak. The rest of the day passed in a haze of preparations. Lyra helped me choose a nightgown of sheerest silver silk that left little to the imagination. She chattered brightly, but I saw the worry in her eyes.

With any luck more nights with him. "Come with me, mortal man." One minute Octavius was standing in the now cool inner room and the next he was in the most beautiful room covered in pure gold and bright red that seemed to bleed. There were draperies made of the brightest red that interwoven with threads of gold, they blew in the wind and almost looked alive. The grounds and ceilings were of pure gold that reflected everything, Octavius saw his reflection on the floor and in the ceilings at the same time. A bed of extreme size was against the wall and on it were red beddings entangled at the corners. Octavius made a slow turn around the room. There were lamps and chandeliers of gold and silve

She says this while glancing at Gold again. The golden boy knows that Karen is subtly implying that he is the stubborn and highest thread of the stairs. It's obvious. Gold is in the highest part of the pyramid, he's an elite. "Aye, aye captain!" Kolya salutes at the nurse. Karen laughs and bids him goodbye. "Finally." Gold rolls his eyes, getting into his feet. He stayed seated on the chair for almost two hours. He's extremely bored because he forgot to bring his phone. He had no choice but to listen to Kolya and Karen's lame conversation.