Golden Duo Novels & Stories

Wouldn't look at me. "Katerina said they were starting a business, so I invested the money..." That was all I needed to hear. No way I was paying for her flight. As I moved to hang up, she snapped, "But Katerina promised to double it! It's only $500,000—Chris makes that in a month!" I rolled my eyes. "Then wait for Katerina to buy your ticket. Why are you calling me?" What I couldn't wrap my head around was—if Katerina and Chris were so rich, why couldn't they just hire some help?

Her mother attempted to rescue her, and both of them tragically drowned. Although the faces in the news photos were blurred out, I spotted the bracelet on the mother's wrist right away. It was a little bracelet I had made for Mom in kindergarten craft class for Mother's Day. At the time, she had smiled and said she would definitely wear it. Then, she turned around and tossed it carelessly into a flower pot, completely forgetting about it. I set down my phone and quietly stared out the window. Ashton came over and hugged me. He seemed to want to say something to comfort me, but opted for silence instead. There was nothing else to say.

Who are the Goldens anyway? “Oh yes, the Golden Clan. In general, two clans stand above all werewolves: Golden - their flock is located in Canada and Diamond - live in northern India. The Golden Clan, they are, roughly speaking, politicians. Resolve all issues between humans and werewolves. Economy, division of territories, diplomacy, they do a lot of things. And the Diamond clan is engaged in religion. All sources of power werewolves under their control. Tell me, - she looked at me, narrowing her eyes, - what planet did you live on if you don’t know such banal things? It's in the third grade, they probably teach.

I walk in and headed to the receptionist Alice : i wanna sell a gold Receptionist: yeah i know Alice : how Receptionist: here we have a gold radar any one with gold here the radar tells me She give me a receipt and guild me to a big iron gate She input something there and it open Wow here is super beautiful glass everywhere The receptionist said i should go straight and he goes back to his post I start walking any security i sees i show him the receipt I get where the gold dealer is He asked for the gold and i place it on the table He put it on the gold reader and i can see he is amazed Gold dealer: 250 gram of gold with 62 carat this is wonderful what's the price Jasmine : how much is the n

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.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

Merrigold suddenly wished they'd go back to singing gospel melodies. "I see twins." "Excuse me?" Merrigold asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I see a set of twins, two little boys." Merrigold laughed. "Ohhh..." "Yes." The lady said seeming as serious as could be. Merrigold had been waiting for the old white lady to quit playing.

"Diamond." Interesting. Typically, Jesse gave the girls their stage names, and there was always a reason. Cherry had hair to match the alias, even if it came from a box at Walmart. Cinnamon had a landing strip the exact shade, coupled with a spicy persona. Candy because she was sweet, and she played that role. Raven looked like a female version of the crow. Every girl was easy to spot. But Diamond didn't suit. "Seriously?" Cherry shrugged. "Jesse saw something in her. Who knows."

Gold Mansion was a property of the Glory Group. Wendy had seen a picture in a magazine before. The first floor was dominated by the sales representatives. The counter was full of classic Glory Jewelry. Even Stella Brown's early design was here. "Wendy, I think I might change my mind about you. Such a big mall all belongs to your family." Daisy opened her mouth and was stunned. Wendy glared at her and said, "This isn't mine. It belongs to the Gavyn Family."

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera