Golden Empress Novels & Stories

He asked, "Have you seen that child?" "Yes." The old butler stepped forward and bent down, saying, "Elder Gibson brought her, and also this." The old butler opened the box containing the emerald. This rare treasure, unearthed only once every several billion years, did not get much attention from Joseph York. Instead, he asked, "How is she in real life compared to her in the live broadcast of the Fragrance Gathering?" "Based on my observation, indeed, she does resemble him a little..."

The gown was a deep shade of emerald, adorned with delicate silver embroidery that shimmered like stars in the night sky. Another package came from the distant mountains, sent by a group of skilled artisans known for their exquisite jewelry. Inside, Marissa found a stunning necklace made of silver and adorned with a single, large emerald—an heirloom that had been passed down through generations. The artisans had included a note that read, "May this pendant bring you strength and courage as you embark on this new journey with your beloved." Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her.

section. "I think this one is technically platinum, not gold," Ember muses, turning the crown over in her massive claws. "But the gemstones are clearly from the Southern Mines, which would make it Third Age, not Second..." She launches another fireball at us without looking. "What do you think, little wolves?" "Historically significant!" I gasp, barely avoiding the flames. "Definitely put it with the artifacts!" "Hmm. You might be right." Ember places the crown carefully on a pile to her left, looking pleased. "You have good taste for a wolf. Most creatures lack proper appreciation for historical context."

“Mr. Jones, what’s wrong with the ring? Hah, is it fake?” More and more people gathered outside to watch and discuss among themselves. Cordelia bit her lip and silently took the ring back. She put it on her ring finger again. “Not only is the ring authentic, but it’s priceless.” Oliver removed the gloves. “This is an emerald, while the ring should be pure gold extracted from the Hume Gold Mine. Although the design is ancient, it’s priceless.” “What!?” Karine had a change of expression. “M-Mr. Jones, are you sure about that?”

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

"Sitting up there like she’s a queen! She probably spent the last of her rented money to sit in that box with no jewelry on her neck. How pathetic!" The chime of a silver bell cut through the chatter. On the center stage, the master auctioneer stepped behind a marble podium. Two security guards in white gloves carried out a bulletproof glass display case lined with dark black velvet. Under the sharp spotlight, the centerpiece was revealed. A collective, breathless gasp filled the entire opera house. It was the Crown Emerald. A flawless, fifty-carat, untreated Colombian emerald cut into an imperial teardrop, surrounded by a cascade of three hundred rare pink diamonds. The stone burned with an

Opening it revealed two stunning green gemstones nestled inside, Emeralds. Clyde had gifted me numerous jewels, all of them diamonds. My collection seemed to lack a single Emerald, it was like the forgotten gem. "Wow, Natali! These are incredible. Keep it a secret, but emerald has always been my favorite gem. Look at the color alone," I exclaimed in awe. She smiled and carefully pinned each earring onto me. As she turned me toward the mirror, I marveled at how beautifully the stones sparkled, they were cut with such exquisite craftsmanship.

Carter. Emilia: Don't let it get to you. Being called a gold digger is practically a rite of passage for wives of rich husbands. It means you've arrived, darling! Me: Great. Do I get a membership card to the Gold Diggers Club? Emilia: It's platinum, actually. Very exclusive. Comes with a complimentary shovel. I laughed out loud at that one, feeling some of the tension from the day dissipate. Emilia always knew how to cheer me up.

“Are there more people aboard?” “Just me and Adrien,” Emerald says, his grin blinding me with not one, but two shiny golden caps. He’s decked out in what can only be described as “pirate chic”: loose white shirt tucked into shorts that are criminally short, and enough necklaces to stock a jewelry stall. “I get the whole room down there to myself. Bloody grand, if you ask me.” Before I can press for more, Adrien groans, rubbing his temples like my voice is personally giving him a migraine. “Emerald, quit giving her information. Don’t you see what she’s trying to do?”

All she remembers is holding Avalon tight squishing Isabella between them and now she was in their bed at the hotel. “The house began to collapse.” Asrar spoke gently. He didn’t want to startle her or freak her out. What he had to tell her would sound strange. “You held onto the other two and with a gift unknown to you, you saved them from being hurt.” “An unknown gift.” She spoke confused. She leaned up and looked at him sighing. “This isn’t going to make sense to you.” Asrar spoke gently looking up at her gems. She held his as he spoke. “We think you’re the Dragons Gem.”