The Goldfinch Novel Novels & Stories

"I could stay here all day." After a few minutes of wondering, she reached the very end of the maze. It was a golden bookshelf. The sight of gold made her roll her eyes. She really hopes that all these are fake gold, or else she might lose her mind or use her little hair clip to chip the back of this bookcase a bit and bring the shavings back home. "Even a book?" She chuckled when a golden book caught her attention. Sure, it was black. But who would title their book, "Golden Goldie Gold"?

They didn't care that they were best friends, they had been wanting to know how long Gold was or look like and if their wish had been fulfilled, they would share the news among their friends. Gold wink at Ava when their eyes meet. Ava hissed loudly when he saw him and his bit*chest, she thought the guy can never change, always a pant chaser. She was cleaning the tiled floor of the hotel when they passed by. Ava was a gentle girl with a brown orbs and long lashes, her normal hips and round butt are intoxicating not to mention her delicate lips maybe that was the reason why Gold was hitting on her She was a poor girl and an orphan who was living with her old granny, she only worked as a cleane

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 turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.

The silent scene was like a miracle. He picked up the silk pouch. The unique fragrance of the Red Dragon Tooth assailed his nostrils, and the heavy weight in his hand reminded him of its reality. Looking up, below the long extending steps was the city's central square. Vendors in twos and threes were soliciting their last customers. The fountain, running day and night, sprayed mists of water. A flock of homing white doves flew over the heads of passersby, clear pigeon whistles echoing in the wind. The silver-gray silhouette was dyed warm gold by the setting sun. Her beautiful profile was soft and vivid. She took a paper bag from a roasted chestnut vendor, tucked it into her embrace, chased a

She found she could breathe perfectly as if the water was air. Maya saw a city. It was made of typewriters, broken hospital machines and piles of old books. It was a graveyard for stories that were thrown away. In the center of this city was a version of herself she had never seen. This Maya wore a crown made of glass. She held a shield made of the chapters that were not yet written. Her eyes were not brown or silver. They were solid gold. The Gold-Eyed Maya said, "You are late for the meeting. The Writer has started a project. We are not in the budget anymore. We are being moved to the trash."

It didn’t feel like mine to touch. And then—just as I was about to turn away—a spine caught the edge of my gaze. Not with color or glimmer, but with its silence. It was tucked almost too neatly between two broader tomes, their gilded edges crowding it as if to hide its presence. The binding was dark, a shade between bruised purple and coal, cracked with age, and unadorned save for a single phrase impressed in thin silver serif: “The Quiet Cull: A Forgotten History of Hybrid Extinction.”

Uri arrived at the wooden house, opened the bag, and dumped everything on the table. In addition to the golden book, there were several other precious treasures. "How did you get them?" Finn looked at the treasures on the table in amazement. "Just when I arrived at the museum, a group of robbers stole these treasures. I followed and took the treasure from them." Uri replied. Finn picked up the book; it was gold, so even though it was about the size of a paper book, it was pretty heavy. "Is this the book you want?"

The Goldwins were at the top of the pyramid and Barney was at the bottom. Fay’s smile grew. “I’ve met him. And it seems that Mr. Goldwin likes me.” Everyone listening almost vomited blood. Mike and Mika wanted to cry. Mommy, you’re shameless! If only Daddy liked you as much as you say. Mrs. Barney felt helpless. She desperately wanted to believe it. She thought that Cade Goldwin’s attractiveness might have made her daughter hallucinate. Meanwhile, Mr. Finch felt sorry for bringing this girl to the Barney family and making everyone dizzy with his talk. Handy Finch was more forthright. The young man couldn’t hide his laughter. He couldn’t stand Fay’s nonsense anymore.

I shouted, "Davon, don't let go, okay? You're going to be free!" But the gold dust hovered on us and covered Davon's body, dragging him back in. The energy was so strong that it also pulled us. "Mia, let go!" Theo yelled. When I almost reach the notebook, Davon let go of my hand—staring at me with pleading eyes. "Mia!" Davon screamed as the notebook swallowed him in. The notebook floated again. Glowing like fire, the gold dust circled it, creating a whirlwind until all the pages reverted. It fell on the floor and returned to its usual form as if nothing had happened.