Kamar Gold Novels & Stories

Camila almost screamed in delight at how beautiful the place looked . the living room was huge, with a very large plasma television, the kitchen was opposite it, with Gothic style cupboards and marble counter tops, she walked through the house into the corridor, it had 15 rooms all with bathrooms, a hot tub in all of them, a game room, theater room and an indoor pool.

I whined to Fernando. Last week when Kamara had told me that she would require me to prove my intentions to her beyond words, I thought it was an easy thing to do. So I went all out and got her luxurious gifts that any woman would desire, but she turned them down. Slamming the door in my face at each encounter. Even though I found the rejection ridiculous. I still went all out by offering to build her a fashion house from scratch. Told her if she had a particular space in mind I could get it for her. Kamara told me to my face that she is no charity project and I should stop throwing my wealth around. Her words are making me livid and she is driving me nuts at this point.

I sneered. I watched him as he turned his back and left the room. The room became so quiet, my room at home was ten times bigger and more beautiful than this, and then it dawned on me that I was all alone in this world-I had no body. Looking at the strange room, tears streamed down my face, I could no longer control my emotions. My legs felt so weak, I fell to the ground on my face, sobbing loudly. This was supposed to be the best day of my life but it happened to be the saddest. I recalled the look in my mom’s eyes, the fear in her eyes as death gripped her entirely existence. She wanted me to run and stay alive, how was I supposed to live my life now without her? How? All I had was the lov

Her eyes patrolled around the large paradise called a room. Am I really in the Chamber of His Imperial Grace? The shock was evident in her wet blue eyes which went wider the more realization struck her. The structural designs of the room had scattered gold fractions on its surface, not just that, but the chandelier that hung from the ceiling was designed with petite diamonds and gold. The curtains that were hung from the ceiling were the height of a duplex and its textures were evident that it was a fine and expensive cotton. The scent she was engulfed in was making her forget her pains as seconds went by.

He was not fine. Two hours on, when we got to the hotel, I forgot how to breathe once again. The Gold Pavilion—well-named—was a masterpiece of opulence. Gold trim framed the high glass doors, and inside, a chandelier so big it seemed like a sun hanging in space. Gold tables, gold-stamped floors—anything that yelled money. People actually paid millions to stay a night here.

Her thin, pale fingers reached behind her neck and unclasped a silver chain, revealing a polished emerald pendant. It was a rich green, smooth and warm against my skin, carrying a quiet, reassuring glow. With trembling hands, she fastened the chain around my neck. "This pendant was given to me by your grandmother, a blessing for a lifetime of peace. "I'm giving it to you now. I don’t wish for you to be rich or powerful—only to live a safe and peaceful life." There was sorrow in her gaze—the kind only a mother would have in her final moments, knowing she was about to leave her child behind.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

Orcha John Mozo) The room was large for a normal hotel room, it was simply luxurious, expensive and like the state of the art room fitted for a king in the colonial era, every single decorations in here costed more than a few hundred thousand dollars. As my eyes inspected the whole room interior, I noticed that the glass windows and the glass wall that leads to the garden and private pool, were actually a bullet proof glass. The security set’s up were brand new, not only that, there were even a secret room behind the large queen sized bed, and on top of that there’s a golden inlaid glass box on the bedside table that inside of it contains a special customs of golden desert eagle.

“Sir… are you sure you want to use these people?” Karl didn’t answer. The screen shifted to a 3D-enhanced scan that peeled back earth like gauze. Chambers sequenced into view: vaults and galleries; crate stacks with no markings; bars and coins that history had tried to launder. Light caught on a crown nested in velvet—the Irish Crown Jewels. Another flare like caged lightning—the Florentine Diamond. Near the centre, stretched across a crate like a predator at rest, a compact, unmistakable silhouette:

"You are a smart woman. You should have known your trade." “The gold I’m after isn’t in your possession.” The air of arrogance around Vladimir vanished at her remark. “There is nothing that I don’t possess.” He gritted getting offended by Esmeray's remark. “Open the pouch.” Esmeray said as she stifled a yawn. With a frown, Vladimir did and almost gasped when he saw Red Gold also known as Dragon Gold in the pouch.