Golden Boy Novels & Stories

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

An equally massive black wolf ran behind him, no doubt belonging to the Royal Beta. Yet, as impressive as he was, my eyes became fixed on a pair of golden wolves that came in just behind the King. They were the same size, nearly as massive as the Royal Beta, yet it was clear that one was male and the other female. I knew without knowing how, that they were Ben and Maize. The female one was the most beautiful I’d ever seen, and was accompanied by a slightly smaller Lycan, Price Alec. Maize dipped her head at me, making a laughing sound when she saw my face light up at seeing her, but she made no move to approach, unlike Ben. He left his sister’s side and came over, bowing deep to me.

SIERRA POV New York glittered beneath the night sky bright, loud, and full of people who thought they were untouchable. They had no idea I was here. I adjusted the diamond bracelet on my wrist, blending effortlessly with the wealthy elites gathered inside the museum. Expensive dresses, champagne glasses, fake smiles this was my playground. And tonight? I was here to steal the most valuable piece in the room. The blue diamond. “Positions?” I murmured softly, my voice low as I spoke into the hidden microphone.

"And I am not done." He presses the button and sprays a huge white glob right onto the front of Goldie's tight male shirt, right over his chest. "Oh my god!" Goldie Lockhart says, his eyes wide. "I cannot believe a big capo just did that to me!" "Is it too much?" Jack Horner asks, looking down. "I should clean it up for you." He drops the silver can, holds Goldie's arms tight, leans his big body down, and licks the sweet white cream right off the young man's chest. His warm tongue and his scratchy beard feel very wild against Goldie's skin. Goldie Lockhart is a young guy who never does bad street things with men, especially not with an older capo who is his ally's father. It is not what an e

she screamed, spit flying, good fist slamming down so hard the table cracked. “That piece of shit thinks he can walk away clean? No. We don’t crawl. We don’t forgive. The competition starts tomorrow and it’s changed. No mercy. No limits. You kill whoever stands in your way if that’s what it takes. Whosoever brings me Velora’s head earns her freedom. Full release. No more hard training and dirty jobs. Five hundred million dollars every month for six straight months. Enough to disappear forever. Enough to become whoever the hell you want.”

But for Lucas Valeriano, it was simply just another ordinary day, or perhaps even just another perfect excuse and opportunity to host another grand party, gather influential people, and show off his wealth and power to everyone. The whole mansion was beautifully decorated, filled with expensive flowers, bright lights, luxurious music, and crowded with hundreds of wealthy, high‑class guests chatting, laughing, and drinking happily everywhere. I stood near the main entrance wearing the most expensive, stunning white silk gown, wearing precious diamonds he had gifted me earlier that afternoon, smiling politely and elegantly at everyone who came to greet and congratulate us. Everyone praised me

Maisie Vanderbilt, a woman who has disappeared for three years. ‘Over the past three years, Mr. Goldmann’s condition has been fluctuating, even walking for a longer period will cause him to cough up blood, so he has to turn to a wheelchair for assistance. Mr. Goldmann Sr. and I have been taking care of Blackgold for the past three years. And although Kennedy is still there, taking care of Soul Jewelry, it still came back under Blackgold as a subunit.

The clerk, a heavyset man in a stained undershirt, looked her up and down and went back to his television. "Room," Celeste rasped. "Sixty a night. Cash." "I don't have cash." She reached up with a trembling hand, unhooked one of the earrings she had worn to bed the night before, a teardrop diamond the size of a thumbnail, and set it on the counter. "This is worth two hundred times that." The clerk finally looked at it. He picked it up, squinted, bit down on it, and then squinted again. "Where'd you get this?"

Just shaped, perpetually, into the form that the money preferred. No, she said, finally. It shouldn’t. Part Four: The Table at Thanksgiving She told her mother in October, which was later than she should have and earlier than felt safe. Vivienne Ashford received the information the way she received most unwelcome news — with absolute stillness, followed by very precise language. “A mechanic,” she said. “He restores furniture. He helps out at a gas station.” “Eleanor.” “He’s kind,” Eleanor said. “He’s intelligent. He makes me laugh and he treats me like a person and he makes furniture that will outlast everything in this house.”