Only Mine Novels & Stories

he spits out. Alhaji Ringim shakes his head in pity " money is everything, without money you won't live, without money I wouldn't be who I'm today. We all need money to survive, money is everything " " and I'm quite sure if your mother was still alive, I know she would agree with me on this. Why not make her happy and come work for me "

There are only five people, including Ricard and Steven. "Sorry to wait so long, Mr. Gordon. Nice to meet you in person." Ricard greeted his client, who was waiting for him. Mr. Gordon is a successful mining entrepreneur. He is the company owner that manages the South Deep Mine, which contains 81.4 million ounces of gold, located near Johannesburg, South Africa.

“We should focus on the southern mines. They’re more valuable in the long term.” “The mines are already under our control,” my uncle says, his voice steady, authoritative. “But the timber is untapped. If Silver lake gets there first, we lose a critical resource.” I hover near the table, gripping the handle of the wine pitcher so tightly my fingers ache. My mind spins, my thoughts pulling me under. I’m so tired. Tired of being invisible. Tired of being nothing. Tired of the way they look at me, like I’m a stain on their perfect pack.

I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”

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.

"But you'll take money to create the illusion of it." "That's different." "If believing that makes you happy, then go ahead and think it, Abbey Girl. It sure doesn't worry me what anyone thinks about this whole thing. As soon as I get these processed, I'll send them up to your lover's wife and cash in. That's all I care about." "You're cheaper than me," Abbey said with a grin. Lucy’s irreverent attitude was somehow reassuring. Her friend was right, and Abbey knew it, deep down. She just had to admit to herself that it actually was about money—just not Damien Vane's. And not in exchange for sex.

He was hunched over his phone, playing Candy Crush of all things. Candy. Crush. The stupid, cheerful sound effects echoed through the room, a personal hell designed just for me. While he played without a care in the world, I sat there behind silver bars, trying to figure out how my entire life had taken a swan dive in less than five hours.

“Don’t worry about it. She knows the risks and the situation we’re in. It’s too early to worry when we’re doing the best that we can. And I told her, the problem is not only here in the US. She knows that every business will be affected if we don’t do something. And I have better news.” “What is it?” Ren turned to me. “A mining company owned by my dad found a location where we can mine Sphalerite.”

It also on the highest surface, so they have the best view from the castle. I noticed some other roads heading to another direction to the forest, different path from the one we took yesterday. Carts of stones and something else that I couldn’t see clearly were moving from the rail. That area seemed busy. Then it clicked me. That’s where the mine heading. That’s right, Silver Moon also known for its mines. They had a lot. Laura and Haris once talked about their diamond mine. “You like it?” He asked me after we fell silent for a couple of minute. I was sure he didn’t talk about the mine. But the scenery.

I took my gaze to the screen. 'Hello, I am Caily.' the message read. I couldn't help but let my lips curl into a smile. Hello Caily, I am Pietro Giacometti and you belong to me.