Minable Meaning Novels & Stories

In a good way though. " I'm truly sorry for my mistake. I would be lying if I said I didn't notice all your dolled up self. You look immaculately beautiful that I can't help but be proud of myself for having such a beautiful lady by my side. Am really a lucky man" when a man is classified as a lady's man, that would be Mansir. He knows how to play his card just damn well.

I asked immediately. They laughed, as did Amelie. “The fact that you knew where they made the discovery says a lot about how observant you are, buddy,” Nick said. “Minerals,” Eugene said, and I frowned. “There are lots of minerals under those caves—silver, gold, molybdenum... And there are other caves in the surrounding areas. Tomorrow the explorers will do a survey, and we'll go to check that everything is in order and that the regulations are being followed.”

Cassian's pov “Are those enough?” I ask getting out of the machine. “Yes.” “Now, will you tell me what's going on?” I ask the suspense killing me. She takes a breath. “I think you have an artifact pressing on your optic nerve.” My chest tightens. “Artifact?” “I checked your first MRI and I saw a shadow or an artifact pressing down on your optic nerve,” she repeats. I clutch the first thing I could find trying to steady myself. “What does that mean?” I ask.

"But there's one special diamond that I want to show you personally. It's not just any diamond, it's a part of history." Jasmine looked at Seth with curiosity. Seth nodded slightly, maintaining his calm expression. "Of course, I'm interested to see it." Mr. Locovic took out a small box from his desk drawer. Carefully, he opened it and revealed the diamond shining brightly under the lamp light. The diamond emitted a dazzling sparkle, captivating the room. "This diamond is known as 'The Star of Elyria.' It's a rare diamond with a long history involving kingdoms and wars," Mr. Locovic explained. "And tonight, this diamond will be the highlight of the auction."

"Have you enjoyed the game so far?" Lily asked when Asher finally came around to her. For the past hour or so, he has been collecting the hints from the Helps, and he was very quick at figuring out the meaning of the clues. She was surprised at his pace but she understood that if he was able to skyrocket his company to the number 1 spot and has kept it there for years, figuring out the clues to some treasure hunt would be a piece of cake. She smiled and held his gaze, he looked ready to collect the clue and he had an excessive amount of confidence oozing out of him.

"There is a park over there for the kids and adults to enjoy. My grandmother designed the fountain. It is a representation of Selene with her children worshipping her. Look down in the water bottom of the fountain." "Wow, That is so beautiful. The moons are in silver, and the fountain has a white bottom. The moons stand out, being that they are in silver. What kind of stones are those in the bottom?" She asks, taking in every aspect of the fountain. "They are Moonstones and Selenite. I thought you might love it." "Yes, it is the most beautiful fountain I have ever seen, and the flowers around it and the walkways really set it off. This place feels peaceful and happy."

“It feels like a home. Not a showroom.” Her eyes lifted to mine, something faintly amused passing through them. “Of course.” I smiled—pleasant, but not yielding. “I’d hate to live somewhere that looks perfect but doesn’t feel lived in.” A small pause followed. Subtle. But it landed. She set her cup down with quiet precision. “Comfort can sometimes limit growth,” she said. “And over-refinement can suck the life out of things,” I replied just as easily. “I guess it depends on what you value.”

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.