Nan Goldin Book Novels & Stories

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

Gold begs "Who you trying to fool we both know you stopped caring about Zelina's mother six years ago, Zelina has been paying for this hospital bills not you. you don’t fool me." I retort "You!" Mr. Gold shouts "It’s true I know all your dirty secrets and tricks. I also know about this child you so proud of" I say "How dare you!" Mr. Gold screams I smile "So noisy..." I say I was about to say something else but my phone rings its First Aunt

Twenty gold diggers with twenty chat records finally showed me Jack's true colors. Jack snatched the phone from my father's hand, trembling and screaming, "You paid people to put on a show and slander me!" I almost laughed out loud. "Can chat records be faked? How could I have guessed you'd be this shameless so I could arrange all this beforehand?" Cyndi's face was ashen as she clicked on each of Jack's nude selfies, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked. "Is this what you call ‘only chatting for a bit’?"

I pushed the door open, and the noise inside the room came to an abrupt halt. Seeing my pale face, Claire Musk looked annoyed. "So what if I didn't give you thirty dollars? Who are you trying to scare with that expression, like you're attending a funeral? You're just like those gold-diggers—reeking of greed and utterly vulgar!" Hearing these insults with my own ears, I felt nothing at all. Not anger. Not sorrow. Not even disappointment. When Claire walked toward me, I calmly took a step back—avoiding the nauseating scent clinging to her, a mixture that clearly belonged to another man.

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

"Liana, be smart. Hand over the money as a breakup fee. At least keep some dignity." I looked at the ugly expressions filling the room and suddenly laughed. I pulled out a gold card. "There’s a million in here. It was meant to be your New Year's gift." "A million dollars?" Diana’s eyes widened, then she burst into laughter. "Oh, please. What is it, fake money? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable!" Drake sneered. "Someone like you struggles to come up with $100,000, and now you’re saying you've got a million? Do you think I’m stupid?"

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear

This was the Nathan she fell in love with and not the maniac that was threatening her life. “You will continue to ogle or actually come read to me?” Once again she was taken aback, how did he know she was ogling? “Sorry” she slowly walked into the room and made herself comfortable on the sofa while turning to him. “What book do you want me to read to you?” “What book do you have?” “Uhmm” she began to check her collections but he halted her. “Do you have something on gold digging?” Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?”

she says to him in a low voice, not wanting the shopkeeper to eavesdrop on their discussion. Archie stares at her in shock. “Emblem of gold?” he repeated in utmost surprise. “Isn’t that a book written by a group of men in the late 90s; they were later denounced vile of the death of an authoritative man.” he chuckles, wondering why she's looking for an unethical book like that. Kayla turns around to have a proper look at the young lad in front of her. “A book like this is something of a unicorn. How did you learn about this?” she asks with her arms crossed.