Nothing Gold Can Stay Novels & Stories

“That is the question? Not the graves. Not the photograph. The gold. What are you, a goblin? Or a dragon sitting on a pile?” He grabbed the front of my shirt with his good hand, knuckles white. “That gold is mine. I earned it. You do not touch it.” The intensity of it was almost more unsettling than the photo. Greed I understood. This was something else. Need with venom. “Are you broke?” I could not keep the disgust entirely out of my voice. “Do not tell me the eldest son of this circus is circling bankruptcy. You are talking about that metal like it is your oxygen.”

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

Carter kept quiet for a while before he said without holding back, "That looks cheap." Keegan got upset as he said, "Gold maintains its value. It represents how I'll always have a place in her heart." Carter continued to mock him. "How valuable can a gold ring be? She's so stingy that she doesn't even buy you a diamond ring. What's there to brag about?" Keegan frowned. "If you bought a diamond ring for a million, can you resell it for a million?"

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

I then picked up the sapphire brooch on the table and fiddled with it between my fingers, looking at him with a half-smile. "Then, you must know who the largest shareholder of Chevy International Mall is, don't you?" Jeff's expression changed slightly, his eyes twinkling in response. Sophia urged impatiently, "What's the point of you trying to drag things out like this? Don't you dare think that saying a bunch of weird things like that will get you off the hook. I'm telling you, nobody can save you now. Nobody!" I ignored Sophia's screams and fixed my gaze on Jeff.

“Why are you here?” Celeste leaned in just enough to make it look intimate. “Because you’re a liability that refuses to disappear, and that makes you interesting.” Nyx didn’t flinch. “And you don’t like interesting things you can’t predict.” Celeste laughed softly. “I like knowing where power settles.” “And?” “And it’s circling you,” Celeste said. “Which means you’ll either become an asset… or a lesson.” She stood, smoothing her skirt. “Choose carefully.”

"You finally saw Rachel for who she really is, you apologized, and now I'm supposed to forgive you?" He blanched. "N-No, that's not what I meant! I just—please, give me a chance to make it right. I swear I won't ever speak to Rachel again. Just give me one more chance, okay?" I leaned in close, but my voice was laced with mockery. "Make it right? You really think you're some prize, don't you? "Joel, have some self-respect. With your pathetic salary, you can't even afford one of my handbags. I used to like you. I was willing to marry you out of charity. But not anymore."

Seth placed Red gently on another huge pile of gold and then looked at her earnestly and said,” You have no idea that how lonely it becomes after a few years. At first the loneliness is good and all this wealth and treasure, I know every single one of them. I know the story behind every gem and every gold coin in my collection and I keep on counting my gold and thinking about that but that also becomes a bit boring after a few millennia.”

"Who else? I'm the house itself. I haven't said a word about you smashing my walls, and now you want to know who I am?" My entire body trembled. This time, it wasn't from fear, but excitement. So I wasn't mad after all. The house really could talk. "Where's the gold? Where is it?" "You're asking now? Weren't you just swinging the sledgehammer like there was no tomorrow? You didn't even bother to ask if I could take it. "The gold is stashed in the wall beneath the bay window in the master bedroom. The three million dollars in cash is hidden away in the kitchen ceiling. You've been looking in the wrong places.

He looked up at her with a calm, ancient gaze that mirrored her own. ​“The gold,” the Weaver breathed, her voice hushed with awe. “The Architects said the gold was the failure. They told us the gold was the corruption of the Harvest, a sickness to be purged. But I see now... the gold is the balance. You have brought the Sun to the Moon, child.”