Kamar Gold Novels & Stories

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed

Xander stopped at the second door. “This is yours room, mine is that one!” Xander pointed at the third door and left. I opened the door and entered the room. My curious eyes wandered all over the whole room. The whole place just like the down floor screams “Xander”. The room is entirely made of gold and black. It has a king size bed in the middle, a vanity table and a black sofa. Simple and dark! Definitely a mafia room. I went into the en-suite to have a shower. After I had my shower, I wrapped myself in the bathroom. When I went back into the bedroom I remembered that my luggage wasn't here!

“What the hell do you two have in your mattress?” Kam complained as he and Jimmy moved Saoirse and Rachel’s mattress to their new apartment on the floor beneath ours. “Gold bars?” Saoirse chuckled when they passed her. “I wish,” she said. “We just keep our rock collection there.”

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.

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 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

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: