Gilded Book Series Novels & Stories

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

"We're here to settle accounts openly and honestly. I'm not sure why you're making such a fuss, Aunt Eleanor. Is there really something shady happening? Mother, after we sort things out at Ironridge Estate, you'll need to host a gathering so everyone can discuss this matter properly." Jessica retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? What could be shady? Haven't I sent the account books for Aunt Helen to review all this time?" "It's quite a coincidence," Carissa said, her tone growing stern. "The account books you sent to my mother-in-law are completely different from those I found at The Gilded Tower. The books you provided show losses, while the ones from The Gilded Tower show pro

“do not read your own book—you might not like how it ends.” Glancing further up the case, the letter ‘G’ was carved in deeply. I scanned the books with my eyes and found myself reading the names that were painted on the spines of the books. Glenda Macon, Gregory Marsh, Gwyn Masters… Each book had a name embroidered on the spine. The books were all black, with names in a flat white. Very few books actually looked different from the others. The one named, Glenda Macon, had a rose with thorns dancing along the cover. I even noticed one that was a shade of slate grey.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

Inside: Not yet. I began scanning the shelves. Titles of all kinds filled the aisles. My hand slid across the spines at my eye level. A hard-covered green book smelling faintly of old paper drew my attention: The Origin of Elemental Sorcery. Then another—its gold embossed symbols of the four elements shimmering under the light: A History of Ignith, Hydros, Terragaia, and Glacius. Moving to the next shelf, I spotted a worn leather-bound book, edges frayed from overuse: Hybrid Wolves with Magical Signatures. And a thin one compared to the rest: The Forbidden Transition Between Elements.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

Isabella gave him a sharp, commanding look, her hand resting lightly against his forearm, her grip tight and steady. Dante wrenched the heavy granite slab upward, revealing a deep, steel-lined rectangular vault built directly into the foundations of the church. Resting inside the dark recess, covered in a thin layer of grey stone dust, was a massive, leather-bound ledger with a heavy steel lock plate—the identical match to the book that had disappeared from the Rossi estate ten years ago. The blood ledger was open. The calculation was almost complete.

"You think any of you still have any standing?" I turned, taking another box from Caleb. Inside was a tarnished silver bracelet. "Since we’re talking about that, let’s settle last year’s account." I held it up, my gaze sharp. "Last year, you gave my father this bracelet. You said it was sterling silver and cost a lot. It wasn’t. It was industrial scrap metal. The lead content was dangerously high. My father wore it for less than three days before his wrist started reacting. He needed treatment for half a month.

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

Or will she remain steadfast in her quest for Jason's affection, despite the uncertainty that surrounds their relationship? Hi guys! Welcome to book 2 of the FALCON FAMILY SERIES. I am so excited to continue the series and write Sylvia's story which I hope you will all enjoy reading. This can be read as a stand-alone novel but it's also important to start reading the series from book 1 to know where the side characters come from. *NOTE: I've written all my books in POV but I have decided to try something a little different this time which is why I'll be starting to write this story in third-person narration. Hope you will not mind the new change.