Exp Is Golden Novels & Stories

“Is he white?”Chloe asked the question playing in her mind since they find out about Alex. They all know that the organization was denominated by the white and golden packs. Caleb and her Father are actually Golden. “Because he can't actually be Golden.”She silently added. “I really don't know that yet. But if we all are eager to know, then he will have to wolf out in our presence.”David replied trying to Access more information about him on his system.

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

She wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The grand hall of the Lancaster Estate shimmered in golden light as guests flowed in, the chandeliers casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The air buzzed with hushed conversations, glasses clinking as the city’s elite mingled, whispering about the triumphant return of Lancaster Tech Innovations and the formidable woman behind its revival.

The room exuded a sense of extravagant luxury, with the gold and white color scheme creating a visually stunning effect. As she gazed forward, her eyes were drawn to a golden door near the window, its ornate design catching the light. A table and chair stood nearby, and the entire wall seemed to shimmer with the reflected glow of gold. It was no surprise to Gwendolyn that every detail of Lucien's surroundings spoke of his immense wealth.

It did not take long for my name to spread through the industry. Orders poured in, the studio expanded again and again, and I became the self-made entrepreneur people spoke of. I thought I would never cross paths with Ryder or my mother again, until one day, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. The caller introduced himself as the principal of Ryder's vocational school. "Is this Ms. Rebecca King? You're Ryder's mother, correct? Could you please come to the school? His… his grandmother is here, and we really can't handle the situation anymore." The principal sounded utterly exhausted, his voice tinged with something close to pleading.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

"That was Ms. Thornton’s secondary card, with no spending limit. She had preloaded $1,000,000 onto it as a New Year's gift for you. Unfortunately, you burned it." "A… A million? No limit?" Diana’s eyes rolled back. She nearly fainted. She scrambled toward the brazier, ignoring the heat, digging frantically through the ashes. "My money! That was my money! One million! What have I done?!" Her hands blistered from the heat, but she kept clawing through the ashes, wailing. I watched her coldly, then took out the red velvet box she had thrown aside earlier. "And this." I opened it and took out the pair of gold bangles she had dismissed as cheap junk. "Caleb, read them the certification."

Now, I realized how foolish I'd been. "And those bags, those skincare products I got you," he continued, his voice sharp and cruel. "Add up the cost and pay me back. Every penny." Tiffany, still lounging in the doorway, smirked. "Elliott, those things weren't cheap. How is Candice, an ordinary girl, supposed to afford it?" Elliott turned to me with a twisted expression of disdain. "If you can't pay up, go sell yourself. Isn't that what you're best at?"

“I hear that your Elite Warrior program is one of the best in all the Werewolf territories. I would very much like to see one of our Elite’s go up against one of yours. Perhaps, once our alliance if formalized, we could have a bit of a contest to celebrate.” Ben nodded, and when I dared peek at him through my lashes, I could see a wide grin on his face. “Both myself and my Pack would love that, Alpha Lord Grizzle.” Werewolf Packs were always very competitive. “Perhaps we could even arrange for our champion to go against yours, Silver Myst.” My family all burst out laughing before Luna Lannie spoke again. “Sadly, we have no idea who Silver Myst is.” “My mate speaks the truth,” Lord Grizzle ad