Outsiders Nothing Gold Can Stay Novels & Stories

My mouth was still wide open. I did not even care about the man’s harsh voice anymore. I could not hear anything else except the loud pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. My eyes were stuck on that tall, golden gate. It was opening by itself, and there was no one there. No guard. No button. Nothing. Just slow movement. The gold bars glided apart like something invisible was controlling it from somewhere far. Maybe a camera. Maybe a remote. Or maybe something else. Something worse.

They discussed a future that, in this sheltered haven, appeared almost attainable. As the night progressed and the massive aurora show began to leave ghostly green marks on the star-studded sky, Joe rose from his chair. He went to a large oak chest in the corner and lifted the lid. He drew out two simple, solid rings of polished, rough gold. They were not ornate, they were crude, unmistakably Alaskan. He stood against Davidson, the fire shaping his face into a landscape of shadow and resolve.

He whispered and I sighed and began to run with the others. . We ran up to the small mountain untill we reached the very top. "Guys... where is gold" I mumbled as I frantically looked around "Oh God we left him behind. " lex gasped and the others began to mumble. Almost immediately, Gold came from nowhere holding nixton's hand around his chest. He gave Nixton a piggy ride all the way up to the mountain. I stood, gasping as I watched him struggle to climb up the mountain with the passed out Nixton and a hundred monsters behind him.

I whisper, snapping my finger I say “You don't think that they are here for the gold.” “ I don't know, probably I didn't check that part of the property” he was saying while getting out of his chair and I was right on his tail. Sure enough, we found four people digging a big hole where the gold was, standing there The guys and I watched as the people put in the work for the gold.

The world underwent profound changes, and I, too, found myself transformed by the shifting tides of fate. Gazing through the window, I surveyed the once meticulously manicured garden, now overgrown and transformed into a dense forest. The Silver Pack, that for a time exposed themselves to outsiders, had seemingly vanished without a trace. In its place, a labyrinthine thicket of towering trees and dense vegetation concealed the pack's inner sanctum, effectively thwarting prying eyes. Stepping foot within this forbidden forest invited peril, as an intricate network of traps lay in wait, poised to claim the lives of unwelcome intruders.

Avery nodded, conceding to his request, and the remainder of the drive continued in tense silence. They arrived at a bungalow, surrounded by an expansive yard adorned with lush carpet grass and a beautifully maintained garden. A charming mini garden path led to the front door, enhancing the inviting atmosphere. The single-story bungalow exuded tranquillity, with its well-maintained exterior painted in a soothing shade of cream.

Gold bedding and curtains, black and gold tables and dresser with an old hardwood bed. 'It sure is fit for a King' Aurora says with distaste 'Look around to see if we can escape' Luna says anxiously and Tessa walk to the windows and sees bars infront of it. 'That crazy man really locked us op in a prison' she says and both Luna and Aurora growls

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

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.

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."