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This was the stillness of a dog that has bitten before and knows it doesn’t need to bark every time. “Well,” he said. “Sleeping Beauty lives.” My mouth was dry enough that speaking hurt a little. “I try not to disappoint.” His eyes stayed on me a second longer than I liked. Then he tilted his head slightly, and the moonlight slipping through the high broken windows caught at his eyes. Gold. Not bright. Not theatrical. Not some glowing fairytale nonsense. Just a faint wrong gleam where human eyes should only have reflected and let go of the light. Here it caught and stayed a fraction too long, dull and predatory, like an ember buried under flesh.

She didn't look up, her presence radiating a calm, untouchable stillness that made Preston’s blood boil even hotter. She was resting on the very silk sheets Vivica had imported, completely unbothered by the storm she had caused. Blinded by a toxic mixture of alcohol, pride, and the guilt of breaking Vivica's heart over the phone, Preston lost all control. He rushed to the bed and said, "Get out. Who do you think you are to occupy the love of my life's bedroom?" Brooklyn slowly placed a sleek silver bookmark between the pages of her medical journal and closed it. Her movements were precise, clinical, and completely devoid of fear.

her voice cracked and I pulled away from her. She was falling out of her eyes were golden tears. "You have gone through so much.”

The consequences of what they were asking were far more serious than they were making it sound. Otherwise, I would not have been driven to jump off a building in my previous life. Even now, they were still trying their best to deceive me. They were being ruthless, for Jeffrey's sake. "You want to buy my future with just 300 thousand dollars? Don't you think that's too cheap? My education abroad alone is worth more than that." I did not give them any chances to keep trying to persuade me, and I began to busy myself at my desk. The looks in Callista's and Elise's eyes turned extremely sinister. They looked as if they wanted to swallow me whole.

As for what chaos might ensue in the chamber afterward, it had nothing to do with him. When the other guests heard Geoffrey bid $10,000,000, they all exclaimed, "Mr. Wolley rarely participates in auctions. Who would have thought he'd spend $10,000,000 on Stellar Tears this time!" "Ordinary gold and silver jewelry can't compare to Stellar Tears. Rumor has it that whoever possesses Stellar Tears will be blessed by the heavens, and everything they do will go smoothly!" "That means this Stellar Tears has been consecrated. If that's the case, I have to compete with Mr. Wolley for it—$11,000,000!"

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

he instructed as he opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two gold goblets. I washed my hands gladly. Gold and gemstones were, surprisingly, filthy. “Why is the gold so dirty?” I asked him as I joined him at the table. “Coins pass through many hands,” he replied. “Before they enter a dragon’s hoard.” “Being left lying around on the floor probably doesn’t help, either.” I sliced a piece of the meat. “It’s almost as if the dragon finds no value in it. His books are in pristine order in the library, but the precious gems are crushed underfoot.” I had discretely removed the shards of the two stones I had destroyed underfoot and had been relieved to find they were not the only two to experie

The ink on the book’s pages twisted, spinning like a tiny whirlpool. Then, out of the black ink, a single drop of gold floated up. It hung in the air, letting out a high, awful scream. “That’s him!” Gabe shouted. “That’s the soul of the Auditor!” The gold drop didn’t run. It stretched and grew into the shape of a tiny child, all gold. It looked just like any child, except its eyes were spinning clock faces.

Is he in love with someone else? Suddenly I felt something flowing through my cheeks. His eyes widened, bewildered by my sudden change of emotion. Slowly, he lifted his hand and touched my cheek. He wiped the tear off with his thumb. Then his other hand also held my other side of the cheek and wiped the tear off just like what he did to the other side. He became worried. Who would cry without any reason at all? Probably I'm confusing him. "W-why are you crying, Gold?" He asked.