Susan Mallery Fool's Gold Series Novels & Stories

Gail ran her fingers over the leather bound spines of the books. None of the golden embossed titles called to her as books that might help her break Joel’s curse. Residual anger still stewed deep in her stomach as she remembered her conversation with Aunt Rose. After all this time, only now did Gail discover her aunt had a small library filled with books about magic.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

"He came up with everything! He's the one who put me up to it! I had no idea what was going on!" The moment Felix realized he was being set up to take the fall, he completely snapped. "Screw you, Robert! You're pinning this whole damn thing on me?" His words came out in a deranged, frantic flood. "Officers, don't believe a word he says! The gold he sells in his stores isn't even pure! "He regularly scams customers by skimming gold off their jewelry under the pretense of cleaning and repairs! He's the real mastermind here!" … The police cordoned off the entire jewelry store with yellow tape.

Miley's POV After that day, Julian never came looking for me again. But every now and then, things would appear outside my apartment door. Sometimes it was that trendy cake I'd once mentioned was delicious. Other times, it was out-of-print law textbooks. Once, it was even a rabbit plushie I'd begged him to buy me as a child—something he'd never managed to get back then. I never imagined he would remember all these little things. It was as if he were trying to piece me back together, fragment by fragment, starting from the girl I used to be.

This time, she would not know who she was talking to because she would not be able to identify the face of any guard or maid. They chained her to the bed frame and left her there. The air conditioner was turned up to its highest as the room felt cooler than usual. She turned to her chains and looked at them. She pulled at them but they were too strong for her fragile hands and so she called out to Mirabella, her inner wolf. "Mirabella, any luck with this. We need to get out of here." Mirabella answered. She said the chain might seem ordinary to the eyes but Mr Jones Vones had someone make them. It seemed like the handwork of a witch and no wolf's strength could break them.

Might be an illusion or reality warp spell. The van stopped for a while and suddenly, we went down the steep hill. Eve was screaming, while Louise is clinging to my arm for dear life. I also heard masculine screams from the boys which made me lightly chuckle. The breathtakingly deadly hill was conquered and now we’re back on land. But I noticed that we weren’t moving forward, we were moving downward. “Guys, it’s quicksand,” Gab announced. “What?!” Eve shrieked. “Someone has to go out and levitate us!”

Lucas smiled strangely and pointed toward a corner of the garden. “Sure. Come with me.” He led me to a heavy iron door. “The photo is inside. Go get it yourself.” I pushed the door open. A bitter chill wrapped around me. Then the door slammed shut behind me. The lock clicked into place. Lucas laughed on the other side. “Stay in there, Mason. “There was something in that water. By the time the gala starts, every important person in the city will see you make a fool of yourself. “You’ll look completely unstable.

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,

At times, I even pointed out subtle oversights in their approach. My composure and professionalism seemed to catch the attention of a young teaching assistant on the team. Her name was Anna Schumann. She had flaxen hair and clear blue eyes like a still lake. Whenever I was at my most exhausted, she would hand me a cup of water at just the right temperature. Then she would say, "Dr. Connolly, your willpower is incredible." I would simply nod. For who I was now, anything resembling romance was unnecessary—and dangerous. Time passed. Winter arrived in Terimany, and fine snow began to fall outside the window. I was studying an anatomical atlas, analyzing a complex nerve reconstruction surgery, w

“You’re late.” “I was exactly on time,” Daniel said. “Noon is late. Eleven-fifty is on time.” She went away. Eleanor wrapped both hands around the mug. The coffee was, in fact, not burnt. It was very good — dark and clean, no theatrics. She said so. “Marlene roasts her own,” Daniel said. “She’d die before she’d tell you that, though. She doesn’t want the compliment.” “What does she want?” He thought about it. “For people to come back.”