Prisoner Of The Golden Headband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked him. “The treasure has become scattered. Retrieve it.” I went into the tunnel and began collecting up the gold. What appeared to be a small scatter was misleading. There was a king’s ransom of coins and gemstones dislodged from the main pile. I gathered the pieces into my skirt. It seemed irreverent to simply pour the coins and stones onto the pile and I kept an eye on the golden-haired man as I did so. He did not look up from his book. The noise of them falling was impressive.

he suddenly said, his tone taking a different sound. His fingers remained on my hair as he met my eyes, "There are dangerous people out there, looking for you." "Doesn't mean you guys get to lock me up in here like I'm some prisoner!" I snarled, the words leaving me before I could stop them. Noir chuckled, the sound was a low rumble and it caught me off guard. Something twisted in my stomach...twisted isn't the right word to describe it. "You don't seem to understand the situation, Goldie," He finally pulled back and crossed his arms over his large chest, "You are in fact our prisoner, until we decide otherwise."

What kind of hellish feeling is that. How could I blush over his cruelty? How stupid I am...! He leaned on my back, pushing a strain of my hair behind my ear while mumbling in a slow and hypocritical tone. "You are just my doll, my plaything...! Remember that...!" it was a warning and I know it very well. Is this my fate? Can I not get away from him anymore? Why do I feel I am trapped in a golden cage? Until when will he torture me, punish me for a sin I have never committed?

He hit the ground with a thud. "What the hell was that?" I asked confused. "I-I don't know. That wasn't me. It was Gemini. I saw...I saw his memories. I've never done that before," she stuttered. Tavi took a step over the slumped over body before removing its head. "It's a souvenir for our known enemies. We will hang this head outside of those fucking steel walls they call a home!" Tavi shouted lifting the head in the air. A potato sack was brought to my mate where she disposed of the prisoner's head.

After vomiting out a mouthful of blood, Sanchez was prompted to yell, “M-my head…! It…! It feels like it’s about to explode…!” As Sanchez began frantically rolling around on the ground and even slamming his head against a boulder—instantly turning the boulder to dust—, did Blancetnoir Double Lords finally realize that there was some sort of golden band on Sanchez’s head. “…What is that? Gerald, is that golden band an angelic artifact?” asked Lord Noir as he glared at the boy. “Indeed!” “As it turned out, you’ve already ransacked all the angelic artifacts in the general’s tomb!” growled Lord Blanc, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

He grabs the back of my neck squeezing it as he rams my head into the iron bars of the cell. “You were the last one to in their presence what the fuck happened to my men you piece of shit you seemed to have healed a little too fast for someone who has endured torture tell me now you trouble making skank” “I know nothing” “FINE.. the hard way it is” The head warrior rams my head into the iron bars again when a guttural growl is heard and a familiar scent fills the cells. It can’t be! “Leave her the fuck alone you were told not to touch her now keep your hands off her or I will have your head. GET OUT NOW go stand guard”

At this moment, Caspian was focusing on seeing if Head Dog had any other tricks up his sleeve. At this time, Head Dog made an amazing move. His nails suddenly cut his skin from his chin to his navel, leaving a straight line of blood. Blood immediately oozed out of the wound. At first, it was just a blood bead. But soon, the golden light seeped out of the wound. At the same time, a vast, sacred, ethereal, and majestic aura spread with the golden light. The golden light also made Head Dog print look like a golden man at this moment.

He was dressed in the heavy, dark armor of a Fenrir warrior, but his helmet was missing, and his hair was a wild mess. "Luna!" the lead guard called out, shoving the prisoner forward. The man stumbled and fell to his knees in the dirt, just a few feet from where I stood. "We caught this one trying to flee through the eastern border. He didn't have the password for the night shift, and he tried to draw a blade on us.”

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

I had no idea I had also stepped across a line from which there would be no turning back. As we stepped out into the blinding afternoon glare toward the waiting car, the driver held the rear door open for us. But when I glanced down at the fresh gold band sitting right beneath my diamond ring, the metal wasn't gold anymore—it was woven human hair, tied so tightly around my finger that it was already beginning to draw blood.