Golden Arms Redemption Novels & Stories

I hadn’t quite come down entirely from my orgasm as I said to him, “I knew you wanted this.” Maddox pulled out of me, leaving behind an awful emptiness that I wanted desperately to be filled. Unbeknownst to me, I was going to get my wish, and quite soon. “So when do we get our gold?” Oscar asked. My husband has quite the one-track-mind. “When our price is met,” Maddox said as he stood up. His cock continued to drip leprechaun semen onto the ground and onto me. “Our?” Oscar asked. Maddox nodded. “I am but one of many guardians. The treasure at hand requires all of us to be satisfied.”

“Don’t worry about anything, baby. I’ve got everything figured out.” And I did. This was easy. I’d already greased the palms of every security guy following my Rhodium. Bought and paid for. Loyalty always came with a price tag—and I paid well. Rhodium was smaller than gold, the bars more compact, easier to move even with large quantities. I had no doubt this was going to pay off. Tenfold. Silver and I had planned this for days. The people moving the crates were already on standby. After a while, Kaylee broke the silence. “Are you sure we’re on the right path?”

"There are 500 gold coins, and the extra part is considered compensation for your face." try to stand ‘

Without a word, he shifted into his wolf, leapt from the car, and tore into the rogues with the others, Verya, Lucas, and the guards fending off anyone foolish enough to challenge them. I stayed back, using my aura to crush any rogue who dared lunge at me. Silas moved to check on Abraham, our gamma. He hadn’t been so lucky, bloody and knocked unconscious but he would live. While the others fought, my brothers and I made our way back to the packhouse. We didn’t need Silas to tell us, we had been set up. They were after the Golden Dagger, a mythical weapon no one had been able to wield for centuries. Not even us. And if it fell into rogue hands, chaos would follow.

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

He chuckled and leaned forward. “So allow me to humor you instead.” “You flirty bitch,” Marc stood up and tugged on Ryder's cornrows, pulling him away from me. “She's here for Trent so do well to keep it that way.” “I don't know what you're talking about,” Ryder replied innocently. “Yeah, what are we talking about,” I said, facing Ryder. “You were just about to tell me something.” “Oh righto,” Ryder continued, smiling sweetly at me. “All was perfect in the tech world,” He began.

"Are you sure his eyes turned gold?" "Yes I'm sure, I saw it twice, what's wrong?" "Didn't you know that Alpha's eyes will turn red when he's having a rut and it will wake up his Omega heat. But if his eyes are gold that means he's not a normal Alpha" "What do you mean?" "The Golden Alpha, have you ever heard of it? That is the designation of a pack that has the highest level among the other Alphas. Their eyes will turn gold when dealing with their mate, they are the strongest and more sensitive to the scent of their Omega"

“And if I have any say, you’ll rot before you see light again.” That night, I dreamed of the past. Of Daisy’s smile. Of Dickson calling me brother. On the day I turned. The gold they promised me glimmered in my mind. It felt worthless now. I jolted awake, heart racing. The door opened again. But this time, it wasn’t Rosa. Or Dickson. It was Grim. He leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed. “Thought I’d check if the rumors were true.” I coughed. “Which ones?”

Gentle pulses, overflowing. After, he traced the rope burns, purple bruises, blood-crusted cuts, with his fingers. “Marry me. When I'm back. Make this gold permanent.” I smiled, kissing his knuckles, tasting my own blood. “Ask me again in six months if you’re not dead yet.” Dawn slanted through the garage slats, painting us in gold light. I dressed. His cum dried crusty on my skin. Rope marks hidden under my hoodie. At the door, I paused. “Green stops it. Red goes. But gold—”

"And in the Gallery of the First Moon, a 'No' is just a different kind of tragedy." Silas looked at Lyra, seeing the way the spotlight-sun made her violet wings glow like a divine relic. He realized then that their "Redemption" was a product. Their "Ache" was a sequel. "I won't be a puppet again," Silas vowed, his gold-veined wolf form simmering. But the prompt in the sky didn't fade. It began to pulse with a rhythmic, golden light, and a single, silver-glass button appeared beneath the text.