Chain Of Gold Novels & Stories

“Just one clause. If I sign this, I want it stated that the pack owes me nothing, but I also owe the pack nothing. No debts, no obligations, no ties. We’re completely separate.” Alpha Steele considered this. “Fine. That’s acceptable.” He called in his assistant, who added the clause and printed a new version. I read it carefully, making sure there were no hidden traps, then signed my name at the bottom. Aria Silvermoon. The name my parents had given me, not knowing it would become a cage. “You’ll receive your payment at the border,” Alpha Steele said, dismissing me with a wave. “Guards will escort you back.” “Wait,” Damien said suddenly. Both his father and I looked at him in surprise. “I wa

“The silverware is four generations old and she counts it.” “Ellie.” “There will be a moment,” she said, and this was the thing she’d been building toward, the actual fear dressed up as logistics, “where she looks at you the way she looks at grant proposals. Like she’s reading the fine print.” He was quiet for a moment. He picked up the plane again, not to use it but just to hold, which she recognized as a thing he did when he was thinking seriously. “That’s fine,” he said. “Let her look.”

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Jolt: At my age I have most things I could want. Through failures and wins I have learned what works and what doesn't. I'm now the prez of my own club and I have a great group of guys under me. What I still want is the money and power that will help me take over this town and state. Right now I have to deal with Maestro and his bitches. One in paticular is getting on my last nerve. Chains is the enforcer of the club and has taken an intrest in my daughter. While most fathers think it is a good thing I do not at all. This fucker is causing me more issues than I thought was possible. I sold my daughter to this guy Marcos and his father is the head of the Mexican cartel. They agreed to pay me f

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.

the man asked politely. Lillian paused then turned her head on me, before answering the question. "Nemesis," she blurted, her gaze fixed directly on me. "I shall start the bidding at $1 million. Do I have one million? One million to begin," Mom scanned the crowd, and eventually, Alexander raised his paddle. "Excellent! One million from Vice President Montgomery. Do I hear two? Two million, ladies and gentlemen?" After a while, a man a few rows back raised his paddle.

She still wore her gown, though it now hung loose, her shoulders bare beneath a thin silk wrap. She turned when she heard the door creak open. Damien entered quietly, still in his wedding attire but missing the sword. In his hands, he held a small golden box. “For you,” he said, setting it gently on the bed. “From the Moonlit Forge. A gift made only for queens.” Inside lay a delicate necklace — sunflower petals carved from white gold, encircling a sapphire crescent moon. The symbol of their joined kingdoms, and their eternal bond.

"Mother—" "Sit," Charula said. Her voice was silk on steel. He sat. For a moment, she studied him, every detail — the restless flick of his tail feathers, the taut set of his jaw, the faint scent of wine lingering on his breath. Only then, she spoke. "Do you have any idea," she began softly, "what one million tonnes of gold looks like?" Chaitav's brows drew together. "I—" "It fills vaults," she continued, stepping closer. "It breaks the backs of the miners who dig it, stains their feathers with dust for generations. And today, your father and I handed it to Queen Nox… to purchase what is left of your life."

she threatened. Being indebted to her was one thing, but being paid to do something was another. There was no denying how motivated I become everytime I heard that money was involved. Yes, I had a few gambling problems, I liked expensive jewelry, clothes and shoes, So what?. Many girls loved that life, because of Cleo I had cars that only people would dream of driving. If she wanted me to give Alex a child while she continued to spoil me, I saw no problem with that. "I'll do it." I answered.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that