Gilded Series Novels & Stories

After he told them that, Ellie and Jennie worked to put me on Harold's surgical table, who then cut me into pieces. Though I lived with Ellie and Jennie in Langford Villa for eighteen years—since I was just a child, they were doing all they could to please Harold, allowing him to impersonate me while coming up with all sorts of ideas to help him torment me. And now, I finally understood—family was nothing to those two, and only love mattered. But I was also curious… When it came to love and privilege, which of the two would they choose? With that thought, I chuckled coolly, "I'll ask you one last time—who's Miles Langford's grandson? And the heir to Skymex Group?"

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

I am trying to determine which two are worse: Riley and Sapphire, Mathius and Sapphire, or Sapphire and Luke. I agree with Riley when he says it is Luke’s fault that my precious jewel has picked up the more colorful aspects of the Aussie language. Riley and Mathius argue with Sapphire like siblings, which I guess they are. Riley might not be her sibling by blood, but you wouldn’t know that with how they give each other shit. We have gone back to acting as we did before discovering everything. I still don’t like the idea of my precious jewel not having protection, but I need to trust her and her ability to protect herself. I know we are more aware of our surroundings and everyone we enc

What happened? Chance Kyson I crossed my arms and leaned my body to the wall. I looked at Adrian intensely as he drank his cocktail. Adrian turned to me and he rolled his eyes. "Ever since you got into ILLICIT, I never see you as the Prince of Denmark. So.. are you the Prince of Denmark? Or you're.. a member of ILLICIT?" I asked as I drank my whiskey in one shot. "You're turning into Phoenix huh?" I asked and Adrian looked at his cocktail blankly.

Her mood sank to a new low. After returning to the house and sitting for a while, she asked Frederick for the receipt from the Gilded Tower and set out with Lulu to collect the jewelry Kyle had ordered for her. The Gilded Tower was quite large, with two connected storefronts and both a ground floor and an upper floor. The name of the store was simply "Gilded Tower." They sold not only gold jewelry, but also other types of precious gems and ornaments. The designs were decent, though they couldn't quite compare to those of the Golden Tower.

“Kohina has shared too many tales with you.” Gildeon leaned in, resting his forearms on the table. “The Sun Bleeds Gold,” he said. “That’s the one I’ve been most curious about.” Yonah’s fingers froze mid-air. The dancing crab legs collapsed in a soft clatter. Then, a slow smile curved his thin lips. “You want to kill the Shining Keeper.” Gildeon held his gaze. “And I need you to tell me how.”

Golden threads wrapped around her clit, her g-spot, the tight ring of her ass, binding her pleasure to the will of anyone who would touch her from now on. When the final, shattering orgasm finally released her, Giselle collapsed forward onto the bed in a trembling, sweat-slick heap. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, pussy still spasming and leaking a steady stream of her own slick mixed with the enchanted toy’s magical lubricant. Her chest heaved with every desperate breath. Her olive skin glowed with a faint golden sheen where the runes had burned themselves permanently into her flesh. For several long minutes she could do nothing but pant and whimper softly, fingers weakly clutching the

All my best ideas get caught up in the mediocre ones, so I find myself leaping from plan to plan. I promise I’ll try to keep to the point. Don’t make me turn the charm on you too. I've got sex appeal and I'm not afraid to use it. As long as you’re not a shifter too? Anyway, the casino, now that was one of my very best ideas. The Gilded Falcon. My pride and joy. Rich red carpets, a dozen red felt topped playing tables with rich mahogany everywhere else. I went against gold. Too much gold always looks tacky, too little looks like you can’t afford it, so none.

"When I started the Girl in the Gold Frame series five years ago, my mother thought I was doing a marketing campaign for the trust’s art foundation. She thought I was being a good little Blackwood, building up the asset value. But I wasn't. I was trying to reconstruct the night she died, one brushstroke at a time, because my brain couldn't accept the version of the story the police report had printed." "So the whole series... it was a map of a crime scene?" "It was a confession I couldn't make out loud," he said, turning his face toward me. His eyes were bloodshot, the gray in them looking like wet slate. "Look at the background of the third canvas in the catalogue. The one you thought was j

Chapter 162: The Gilded Gallows The interior of the iron carriage was a plush, suffocating cage of crimson velvet and polished mahogany. Inside, the air smelled heavily of Marcus’s lavender water and the stale, trapped heat of three people who had not washed the soot of a broken empire from their skin.