Charlie Golden Ticket Novels & Stories

I can't get a ticket to the Golden Prime Auction. Felix immediately pulled out his phone. "No worries. This information is enough. I'll handle the ticket situation." He called Vivian right away. "Vivian, get me a ticket to the Golden Prime Auction in Yartford." But Vivian's response caught Felix off guard. "Felix, I don't have the connections to get a Golden Prime Auction ticket."

“Interesting revelation, but to my mind it makes little difference. You’ve got our blood. As rare and impossible as that may seem, when combined with your susceptibility to the male charmer, it makes you our responsibility. I do not believe you will be happy here. Indeed, it’s clear that you’ve been miserable for some time. I move to extradite you to the Dark Lands.” One by one, the Elders voted to send her through the gate, sealing her fate.

"My path has never depended on taking what belongs to someone else." The sentence landed like a hammer blow and shattered the last shred of dignity Nicole was clinging to. The grand celebration Dad and Mom had so carefully prepared came to an abrupt and unexpected end. … In the end, I didn't choose any of the elite universities that had rushed to admit me on special terms. I politely declined the earnest invitations from Mr. Bowman and the professors. Instead, I calmly signed the admission letter from Harrington University for their finance program.

Then he said calmly, "I wasn't suggesting it, Jake, I was telling you.” Jake frowned as Aaron opened the car door fully. Silence dropped between them as he clenched his jaw. His eyes dropped down to Aaron's jaw and he imagined the pleasure he would feel from splitting the skin there with a punch. But before the thought could settle, Aaron reached into his jacket pocket. For a second, Jake thought he was pulling out another cigarette or a gun to threaten him. Instead, he watched the Thompson produce a small black invitation card with gold lettering gleaning across the front.

Confirmations of completed tasks echoed softly as each guest validated their assignment. Then attention shifted to Jeffery. He had not presented his card yet. After a moment of silence, he finally reached into his pocket and pulled it out. A Gold printed card. A ripple of reaction moved through the group. But the issue was not the color. It was the mismatch. The costume printed on his assignment did not match anyone present at the cockpit. A gap remained unaccounted for. Whispers grew louder. “That means someone is still inside.” “Every suite was checked.”

And somehow this was my fault? Dad tried to play peacemaker. "Maybe they just went out for breakfast. I'll call." Yeah, good luck with that—both phones were off. I checked the flights. Next one wasn't for two hours. Coat on. "Pavel, we're hitting the airport. Now." I glanced at Mom. "Relax. They're not slipping past us." I was not about to get stuck with her again. Pavel sped like his life depended on it. We stormed the terminal—and there they were, Katerina and Chris, chilling in the VIP lounge.

She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”

“Sure thing!” said Gerald with a smile as he pulled ten tickets out of his pocket. He then handed one over to Bianca. “….What the f*ck?” Everyone in the office was stunned. “…Are… are those real?” “What? Gerald’s actually managed to get so many tickets?” “Hold on, there’s no way those could be real!” shouted the girls as they surrounded Gerald. “…Oh god, these tickets are for the highest point of the T zone! Celebrities will greet their fans there! If you have these tickets you’ll be able to see them up close!”

A golden ticket. "I'm friends with the Westlife concert's event organizer, she sent me two tickets. I just came back and I don't have anyone else to take with me, because I don't have any friends to take with me to that concert. If Ms. Garcia doesn't mind, would you go with me?" He smiled as he offered it to me. I was surprised when he handed me a golden ticket. "Can... Can I really go? Are you serious? Hey, maybe this is joke time! I’m stupid sometimes and tend to believe people easily…"

Kyle asked. “I don’t know, Dad. I was just as surprised as you. She was claiming that Charlie paid our security to get a gold invite,” Kylee said. “How did they get an invite?” Kyle Wright asked. “Oh, right. Our dogs got sick, and we had extra seats.” Regina, “...” Georgia Sullivan got up, saying, “Maybe we should just leave -” “Guys! Guys! Relax!” Charlie suddenly interfered, standing between Kyle Wright and Adrian.