The Woman In Gold Novel Romane & Geschichten

He wrote the first line of a new chapter. "Once, there was a man who was a beast, and a woman who was a ghost. They lived in a city of gold that turned to dust, but they found a truth that the fire couldn't touch." Behind him, a woman with tangled hair and a diamond-encased wooden ring walked out of the morning mist. She didn't have a suit, and she didn't have a name. She looked at the man writing on the wreckage and felt a strange, impossible sense of gravity.

It felt like a cold, hungry void. ​"The Luna..." the woman rasped. Her voice sounded like two stones grinding together at the bottom of the sea. "They said... the gold arrived. They said the contract was broken." ​She collapsed to her knees. A pool of dark, oily water began to spread from beneath her skirts. ​"Help... us," she choked out.

I sat straighter, trying to catch a glimpse of the next room, but it was even darker than the hallway. “Are you with Mr. Griffiths?” asked the woman. “Yes.” My gaze settled on her gold necklace, which rested in a perfect circle around her collarbones with golden spokes that reached down to her cleavage. I wasn’t sure if what she was wearing were antiquities or reproductions, but she looked far too fancy to work in a place like this. She sat behind her desk, stared into her computer, and placed a hand on the mouse. I glanced at Griff, but he remained engrossed in his magazine.

As soon as the window opens, the woman exclaims. "You are our Kolya's friend, right!?" The old woman is none other than Beth. Her smile is so big that it scares Gold a little. "Uhm—" The golden boy isn’t sure how to respond. He wants to say that it's actually the opposite, but he is certain that it's rude. Also, He's too curious to formulate a response. First off, how did she know him? Does Kolya talk about him? "Are you here to visit him?" Beth's eyes sparkle, making it hard for Gold to break the woman's heart. As much as he hates to admit it, Gold has a soft spot for babies and elderlies.

Elixir’s POV The area between the gold statues and Soren feels like a tense standoff—quiet but about to blow. You could cut the tension with a knife. My heart's hammering in my chest like crazy, warning me. I try to move, to get away from whatever's holding me here, but I can't. The gold woman—the one who looks just like me—is staring at me blankly. You don't get it yet, she says, her voice smooth. But you will.

Damien placed a trembling hand on the glass. “I built a future,” he whispered. “And they tried to bury it. But it was never for Alma. Or Valeria. Or Julian.” He turned to his men. “It was for her.” He pressed a code on his cane. The pod opened. Inside lay a woman, tall, bronze-skinned, with platinum veins running across her arms. Her eyes opened. Not brown. Not blue. Gold. She sat up. Looked at Damien. “Creator,” she said, in a voice like silk and thunder.

I look around as I struggle with this dirty brown wolf, before I snap its neck. I spot Ember, my god she is stunning as she fights back to back with what I assume is her mother. The Gold wolf is even bigger than Saints and has what I can only describe as a golden aura shaped like battle gear surrounding her. Ember is smaller but fast, she fights as good as her mother, they look stunning.

" The pendant my mother gave me, something I had cherished for a decade, had been handed over by Anna to my husband’s mistress. A deafening buzz filled my mind. The noise around me faded into nothingness. My face drained of color, and my lips trembled. "Give it back…" Like a madwoman, I lunged at Scarlett. "Give it back!!" She shrieked in alarm. "What’s so special about this worthless thing?! You act like it’s some kind of sacred treasure! "The rightful Mrs. Sterling gives her only daughter a cheap, low-quality trinket—why would I even want it?”

They moved like wild animals. I heard the first screams. The creaking of wood resisting. And then... the crack. “Advance. Get inside. Search every house,” I ordered. “I want that woman. The one with white hair. Alive... preferably.” That white wolf... that intriguing woman... was the perfect piece. The gold coin with which I would buy more power, my place back among the strongest nobles. Glen could hardly wait. I would deliver her with a noose around her neck. A gift.

She tried to calm herself even though she was about to snap but she didn't. The receptionist didn't ask them anymore because Xanti was also booked them so they continued to enter. There was another woman guiding them to get to a big door. The two of them entered and they saw the others already inside, the gold was also lying on the floor. The man inspected what they were carrying.