Gilded Series Novels & Stories

THE GILDED CAGE CLOSES The morning after her wedding, Chaewon awoke not to birdsong or bridal bliss, but to silence so cold it rattled her bones. The estate was vast—too vast. Its corridors were lined with ancestral portraits, eyes that judged, mouths that whispered sins from golden frames. Every wall was history. Every breath, surveillance. She sat up in bed, her throat dry. Jian was nowhere to be found. Not surprising. He hadn’t touched her. Not last night. Not even a kiss after the wedding.

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.

The brief fight paved the way for some Ayruzians to gossip about Akshara and Dev, who stood behind Akshara. “Why our crown prince is defending that barmaid?” “Maybe she is his possession” “When they tested her virginity, they found the trace of golden blood in her.” “What’s that mean?” “Only two dragons have golden blood in the entire cosmos. One is his father, other is him. As you know about his father, it’s our crown prince’s golden blood. He has imprinted on her, probably.” “What?” “Can’t you see the human is marked as possession of our crown prince?”

The outer cover of the book was literally made of gold and silver and in it was tucked a dagger which had some blood stains on it. The dagger was also made of pure silver and a rare metallic element called ZIRACIDIUM about which these ladies were aware of. It's handle was shining like it's pure gold. The tip of that dagger was quite sharp and gave off the aura as if it would pierce the eyes of observer from far away. The book was too huge that it was totally difficult to carry it single-handedly and was wrapped in a white golden cloth tinted with black patterns on it. It was a book that wasn't made and written in human world. The beautiful book caught Carol's attention and she got drenched

I look out the window, staring at the skyscraper that is opposite the building that I'm working in from my desk. Suddenly, my desk phone rings. I saw the extension number it’s Abigail, my HR director. I’m a HR Executive in Gilded Royale. Gilded Royale is the top Brewery & Wine Company WorldWide. The company is specially known for their beverage especially their Coffees and Cafe. There are 10,000 over cafe Gilded Royale owned. We’re considered the top 10 richest companies in the beverages industry.

Just a GPS coordinate for The Gilded Room, a high-end bar they had both visited. Noah didn't hesitate. He grabbed his jacket and bolted for the door. *** The Gilded Room was a sanctuary of old money and deep secrets. The air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and aged bourbon. It was the kind of place where voices were kept low and checks were signed with gold-plated pens. Noah pushed through the doors, squinting his eyes. He spotted Elliot’s favorite booth in the far corner. A figure was sitting there, cloaked in the shadows. The broad shoulders, the tailored suit, the way one hand rested casually on a crystal glass.

The high-pitched ringing in my skull escalated until my vision pixelated into gold dust. [PAYMENT REQUIRED: ARCHIVAL MEMORY] [VALUE LEVEL: MONUMENTAL] I tried to fight it. I threw my consciousness against the stone walls of my mind, trying to hide the images, but the Gilded Toll was a predator of history. It didn't want the small things—the color of a dress, the smell of a morning. It wanted the architecture. It wanted the piece of me that made the rest of the puzzle fit together. The system found the memory.

I whisper in her ear, hugging her back full body once the gold completely returns. Once she lefts go, luckily, the gold doesn't flow out again. The feeling of her love enveloping me lingers. "Everything I touch with my...golden tip? Is, um, also turning gold. How are we getting rid of the gilt?" Kilyn practically begs. "Mund ta heqim gishtin." The doctor suggests something with a shrug.

It was a physical weight pressing down on my chest, a slow-burn friction that made my pulse skip and then race, sending warmth spreading through my veins despite the cool touch of the silk. “And you look like the man who’s about to sign over the deed,” I shot back, letting sarcasm wrap around the words like a familiar shield. It protected me from the way my body instinctively tilted toward his, drawn by the invisible pull that had complicated everything since the beginning. “Darius, the ‘Gilded Cage’ isn’t just an exclusive club for the wealthy. It’s the Wolfe family’s private counting house, the place where all their secrets and ledgers converge. Everyone in that room tonight is either firm

The werewolf bloodline wouldn’t last this long without rules to obey and punishment to give in case one disobeys. The gilded fountain, Aurora’s Waters, was among the star of Stella’s Soul. And it stood only a few inches before Elaine. I bet she’s already calculating how much karat of gold that fountain consists of. I entered my mansion, coated in silver paint both outside and inside, and quickly grabbed a pair of shirt and jeans in less than a minute. Thanks to my butler, who’s already snoring in his room beside the stairs, for preparing my clothes on the rose-gold couch that is situated in front of the fireplace.