Nothing Gold Can Stay Novels & Stories

“Isolde’s powers… whatever they are… are waking up. Sir, she caused a complete power failure in the east wing. Lights exploded above her. The residual readings—” “We don’t speak of readings here.” Ronen’s voice cut like a blade. “Continue.” “She touched a switch and the spark wasn’t blue,” the teacher whispered. “It was… gold.” The room fell silent. Gold. Even speaking the color felt forbidden. Gold belonged to the Bloodseer. Gold belonged to the night every pack learned to fear. Gold belonged to the girl who burned herself into light and tore the Shadow King out of existence. Gold belonged to Rain. Not to a stranger. Not to a Redwood student.

“Please stop, Mom! Don't exaggerate it anymore. The gold did not belong to you from the start. Why do you feel like you're losing out if you fail to have it? There's nothing missing from you, apart from the marriage that you threw away." Melanie started to growl. Her shoulders shook violently, her hands forming claws. She looked like she was ready to tear her daughter apart. However, before she could take a step, Morris cleared his throat. “In exchange for the gold you failed to claim,” he glanced sideways, making sure Melanie heard him, “you are entitled to another asset.” Melanie blinked with a deadpan look. After smoothing her hair, she whispered, “I got another asset?”

No good man in his right mind would do what I just did. And maybe I did deserve whatever punishment was coming. My legs weakened beneath me. I couldn’t even join the others as they moved on, continuing their run. I stood there frozen, guilt crushing me from the inside. Only the manager stayed behind, his eyes steady on me, his face unreadable. He stepped closer, stopping just a foot away. “Don’t hate the people chasing your gold,” he said calmly. “Hurting them doesn’t mean your gold won’t be stolen. Instead, hide the gold where only you can have access to it, and only then will you be guaranteed it’s truly yours.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of her complexion. She lays it on s

"Chamomile is the goal, smile like a daisy. A pot of gold is waiting by, the end of the road." "This gold is priceless, its pot is timeless. Time is ticking yet, never it will be old." "However, watch out! clever hostile awaits. Whatever happens, they'll slacken."

He was writing fast, his green eyes glowing brighter with every word. "Chapter 84," the author said, his voice echoing through the entire city. "The Mother dies to save the Child. The Child becomes the new Vessel. The World turns to Gold." Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned into gold. Not liquid, but solid, hard metal. It started to spread, turning the cars, the buildings, and the trees into statues of gold. It was moving toward me and Elle like a rising tide. "It’s a rewrite!" Silas appeared from the shadows, his face pale. He was holding a small, silver mirror. "Hazel, look into the mirror! It’s the only way to stay real!"

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

It's amazing how she sees herself so differently when everyone around her dislikes her. "Hate to break it to you, Claire, but I'm afraid not everyone who witnessed your delusion agrees with you. You see, no one is perfect, everyone has their flaws and weaknesses. And honey, those who brag, don't have. If you keep saying how successful, how rich and how awesome your life is, then darling, your insecurity is showing. And what's with that gold metaphor? Don't you know that nothing lasts forever? Gold or no gold, you must always know the difference between being honestly pure gold or just simply gold-plated. You must understand that not everything is set in stone, what you call gold right now is