Old But Gold Means Novels & Stories

"Raeleigh, you should keep this extra money and spend it on yourself. You shouldn't spend it all on me. I don't even like these things," the old lady said. In actuality, it was not that she didn't like it, but that she didn't want the money to be wasted on her. To put it bluntly, even if she had the best clothes to wear then or the best things to use, she didn't have it in her youth when she could've really used and enjoyed it. So, what was the point of having it, now that she was already so old.

The metallic *clunk* of the automated deadbolt echoed through the cavernous master suite like a gunshot. Vivian lunged toward the heavy double doors, her fingers clawing at the sleek silver handle. She pulled with all her might, but the mahogany panel didn’t budge even a fraction of an inch. Above the handle, the electronic keypad glowed with a harsh, unyielding crimson light. Locked.

She deliberately touched the necklace lovingly with her fingers, showing it off clearly right directly in front of my face. "Do you like my necklace, Alessandra?" Chloe asked mockingly and sweetly, tilting her head sideways arrogantly, enjoying every single second of what she believed was my pain and defeat. "Lucas gave it to me yesterday… he told me he bought it years ago, but he never really liked seeing it on someone else. He said it looks perfect, much better, and much more beautiful on me than it ever looked on anyone else… don't you agree?"

I bought some once for my kid, and Mom acted like I lit money on fire. Katerina smiled. "Don't act so generous, Anya. Dad's got a pension—you're not paying for him. These two apartments should be my compensation anyway."

He says so serious. “Wow, that’s deep.” I say genuinely surprised I thought he was going to tell me something about being too young or having too many options. Not this. “It is my friend it really is. Whatever you do with Golden make sure it’s something you want to do because a person’s feelings are precious. You must really think about every action you take with her.” He says sounding so old and wise. It’s scary. “I hear you old man. Thank you for the wisdom.” I say tapping his shoulder, this got deep really fast. Is this what other guys do at a boy’s night?

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

Old Mage asked out of curiosity. Corvinus nodded effectively "Golds, worth dying golds!" He responded. The old mage been an old mage still finds pleasure in funds and earthly wealth, he snorted to the offer knowing how big it was. The best he has done was eliminating for cash but pure gold, he could be noted the richest. He nodded thoughtfully looking up at the other councils before looking back at Corvinus "Don't let me down!" He warned. Corvinus chuckled "You shouldn't let us down, if you don't, we won't let you down!" He corrected.

She said, “I felt something... so old...” For her, old is gold, and it fill with might that never this world have ever seen! Or atleast since a thousand years. This priestess excitement couldn't be contain, it's obvious as she shook her head and panted like a bitch. She said, “This is my chance... My plan's change, and I'll devour the ounce of this sinner!”

A suitable example was the late yet still famous Herbert Spencer who once concluded – Survival of the Fittest – whereas the world act as the game board and human are the players. The world is just a big mess, just like this place. The edifice was deserted over a hundred years yet it was highly constructed due to its price which is worth a billion dollars - it shows the literal connotation of the expression "old but gold". Many investors and business capitalists tend to bid over this establishment. People, nowadays, kept on purchasing possessions. But why? To prove to others that they were wealthy enough? To ascertain and smash others’ faces that they can buy more properties than the latter?