Kamar Gold Novels & Stories

When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal. _______________ Under the gaze of my magnificent father and this noble court, I would like to ask your hand in marriage. I promise you, Celine Coleman. Accepted? ______________ I promise you, Prince Cameron Crowther-his voice comes out strangely high and muffled, contrasting with his hard appearance. - Accepted. - With a triumphant smile, Celine returns to her seat and Cameron does the same. His smile, though, is as hard as armor, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. Out of nowhere, I feel a hand against my arm, and fingernails begin to scratch my skin. I struggle to hold back the urge to jump out of my chair. She doesn't

"Alright," Lamar began to say, "We should repay kindness with kindness. What's more, you saved my life. Though I may not be a good person, I'm someone who knows how to repay kindness. I don't have much to offer in return, but I can show you three items I’ve acquired. If there's anything you like, feel free to take it as a token of my gratitude." With that, Lamar took out an emblem from his pocket. It was goldenn color, finely crafted, and adorned with intricate patterns. It seemed to belong to a person of considerable taste and likely held great significance.

I’m having mate withdrawals. Kathy frowns. It was only then that I caught her thoughts and held back a smile. “What about the house off of BB highway?” Kathy raises her eyebrows in surprise and I continue. “I managed to see some pictures online and it was nearly perfect for me and my fiancé.” Kathy purses her pink lipstick painted lips together before answering. “I do apologize Mr. Morningstar, but that house is currently pending a contract.”

But Thursday at Marlene’s was hers. He had shown her the workshop by then. It was a single large room at the back of the property, smelling of sawdust and linseed oil, lit by two industrial windows that faced east. Half-finished chairs stood in various states of assembly. A long table ran down one wall, covered in clamps, planes, chisels, small bottles of stain in colors that had handwritten labels: walnut, ebony, honey, ghost. Ghost, she had said. What’s ghost?

The elevator doors opened into quiet,. The corridor smelled faintly of polished wood and something floral I couldn’t name,. I walked beside Damian-, my steps measured-, already preparing myself for whatever version of us awaited behind the door,. The key card slid in. A soft click. The door opened. And there it was. One room. One bed. Not just a bed—a bed that looked like it belonged on the cover of a brochure any couple would have personally approved. Wide. Immaculate. Draped in white linen and muted gold accents,.

POV: Red The bathing chamber made my chest tight. Not from fear. From beauty. From the sheer, brutal contrast between this room and every cold shower I'd endured since my arrest. The copper tub sat on clawed feet like some kind of predator, polished until it gleamed warm and alive against marble tiles shot through with veins of actual gold. Real gold. The kind of detail that whispered money so old it didn't need to shout.

“It’s a beautiful ring. I know that you don’t know about things like these but that’s real white gold. The gem on it is a genuine diamond.” Inara was overwhelmed and also wondered about how she could know that. Amara read her mind and smiled. “I’m seeing someone who owns an outfit that sells high end jewelries. We met at the gym.” Amara informed her with cheeks glowing red. “Oh look at you. When were you going to tell me?” “Hush, lower your voice before it’s my turn to get into the lion’s den.” The lion’s den was how they privately referred to their parent’s room and they giggled about it.

There was an entire wall in front of them consisting of square, golden panels. Dave scarcely raised his voice above a whisper. "We’re here." The room fell silent, as though a bomb had gone off and everyone was waiting for the fallout. "I think this is it?" Dr. Lanna murmured under her breath. Dave hopped down from the stone platform and rushed over to the wall. He ran his finger over the incredible pieces of the yellow metal. It was solid gold. It was more amazing than anything he had ever seen. "So it is still here? I thought the old Richmond stole it all?" he said, looking at Elizabeth, who stared in bewilderment at the massive gold chamber.