Star Platinum: The World Novels & Stories

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder like he was soothing a moody pet. "Still upset about that post from yesterday? I already told you, I was just messing around with Nola. Don't be so petty." He let go of me and pulled a small box from his pocket, holding it out in front of me. "Here. I got this for you. See if you like it." I opened the box. Inside was a necklace studded with small diamonds, flashy in a way that did not suit anything I would normally wear. However, the most glaring detail was the fine print at the bottom of the box—'Ronaldo Fan Club Limited Edition'.

"Would I joke about something this big? There's an organization out there in the universe called the Star Alliance. At least from my time until now, they've always followed the rulings of the Star Gate. "Every 500 years, the Star Alliance hosts a massive competition to find the top talents across the universe, where participants are put through a series of tests and battles. The prizes are insane—especially for the champion. Not only do they get rare and powerful rewards, but they also get to claim an entire planet as their own territory. Do you understand now?" Felix was starting to get it—kind of. He asked, "So, the Starmark is basically a pass—a ticket to enter this competition. And if I

Joseph added, "This set was purchased from Radiance & Co. It's valued at eight million dollars and is the store's crowning treasure." Marion's breathing quickened. Radiance & Co. was the most prestigious jewelry store in Goldspire, filled with dazzling pieces. She often browsed the store but could only dream of affording such treasures. Yet here she was, holding jewelry worth eight million dollars in her hands! Marion's hands trembled with excitement. Joseph wasn't finished. He then presented a platinum membership card to Elara, smiling warmly. "Ms. Seymour, this is the Durans' Platinum Card, a symbol of our most esteemed guests. With this card, you may enjoy lifetime complimentary access to

I replied, shaking his hand. “Clara, get the latest designs!” he called to a sales representative standing nearby. She nodded and rushed off and Deen gestured for us to follow him into the platinum section. Spring Dresses was divided into categories: the regular section for average customers, the VIP section for the affluent and the platinum section reserved for the elite of the city. At just 20, I had received a platinum card from my father, granting me access to this exclusive area.

--- Magno Residence He was sipping on his whiskey as he watched the video of the woman he had fallen in love with. He grips his seat as he watches the bastard tycoon kneel in front of her and show her the big diamond ring that women would love. It was authentic. One of the historical and rarest diamonds in the world. The Pink Star Diamond 30.9 karats. He was supposed to be the one who kneels in front of that beautiful woman. The one he's been after for a long time. But she's too independent and he was impatient. Sure that the multi-billionaire can afford such a rare diamond.

Yes, it perfectly matched her temperament. The host on the stage vividly described the necklace's history and design. Then he spoke, "Starry Mist, symbolizing a mysterious and unique love. The starting bid is one million. Let the bidding begin." Sophia raised her paddle, ready to bid, but Isabella promptly stopped her without any politeness. "Mine! How much have all of you bid? No one should think of competing with me for this!" Isabella raised her paddle and declared, "Two million!" "Three million!"

I was happy, but even more so because I had helped so many children. “Mr. Smith, would you like to say a few words?” The host’s question was the only one I was asked. I gripped the microphone tightly. “I know I’m just a small star in the vastness of the universe, but there are many like me, stars willing to burn themselves to spread knowledge. “I hope that we will never forget our true purpose and try our best to light up the world.” As thunderous applause filled the hall, I imagined my old teacher smiling down on me. “You did it, Dante. You did well.”

I slapped my palms against the stone top in the kitchen. "Sidney Walsh is one of the richest men in the world. He's considered one of the greatest minds of our time. Think brains of Tony Stark, body of Thor, and courage of Captain America," Tove said. He gestured for his phone again. Tapped at the screen again. I almost fainted when he turned it back around. I shook my head and covered my mouth with my hands. I backed up. No. This couldn't be happening. Please, let this be a nightmare.

He opened his mouth to say more, but a heavy flash of light fell on us, causing us both to hiss, covering our faces with our arms. Click! Click... click, click. Light from different cameras shone as we were surrounded by paparazzi. Where the hell did they come from? "Jeremy Deluca... Jeremy!" they yelled out. Wait, Jeremy Deluca? The son of Albert Deluca, multibillionaire and the number one sponsor of the Cheetahs. No way! He grabbed onto my hand and made away, with me struggling to keep up. The paparazzi followed us, but with one quick turn, he shoved me into a taxi and slammed the door shut.