Golden Facade Novels & Stories

"The land isn't just surviving, Vanya. It’s smiling." Down in the public gardens, the physical manifestations of the Golden Age were everywhere. Orchards of sun-orchids, which had once been rare and difficult to cultivate, grew in wild, fragrant abundance along the pedestrian walkways. The air was perpetually clean, carrying the crisp scent of alpine rain and blooming jasmine. Overhead, the sky was so clear that even during the day, the faint, protective silver-gold geometry of Seraphina’s ancient shield could be seen shimmering softly against the azure backdrop, a silent guarantee that no foreign darkness would ever breach their sanctuary.

“Nothing good is convenient.” She crossed the workshop floor — four steps over sawdust and the smell of linseed — and when she reached him she thought of all the things she had been given in her life that she had never chosen: the name, the estate, the topiary spheres, the obligation and the silverware and the seating chart. And she thought of Marlene’s coffee, dark and honest, and the bottle labeled ghost, and the way he had smiled at her in June as if she had said something genuinely funny, which she had.

It impressed him because the King never opted for clear colours before. He looked absolutely handsome, even better than the Kings he always imagined while reading his favourite books. "Taegen." he stood before the instrument. Taegen lifted his head and smiled at him, "Welcome back Diamond." Jimmy's eyes grew wider when he noticed the yellow colour mixed with the pink on the King's eyes. Yellow means happiness. He remembered the note he wrote when he read the book about the Emius. He promised to make Taegen happy and it finally happened. "Good afternoon, your Majesty." Ruby greeted the king.

Jake She was the last person he expected to see when he turned, her raven colored hair draped across her shoulders, accentuating their feminine slope. He smiled and extended his hand, his body aching from pushing himself so hard in his workout. He knew she was trouble the minute he’d laid eyes on her the night before, but he couldn't seem to help himself to move closer. It was simply a gentlemanly move to help her with her wine selection, a nice welcoming spirit. Nothing romantic or showing interest, just being polite.

Then Samuel ran up, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mom, you were amazing! You looked like you were glowing up there!" Elaine’s expression softened into a gentle smile as she wrapped her arms around them both. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over her face, outlining her in warmth. Her skin, luminous in the light, seemed to radiate with a quiet brilliance of its own. Years had passed, yet she had not aged. If anything, love had made her even more beautiful.

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

anchor in his gaze. "Now, the 'Gilded' contracts are 'De-materialized'," Ethan promised. "There are no more 'Fake Lover' protocols. There is only the 'Friction' of us. If the Syndicate breaches this 'Winter Fortress,' they won't find a businessman and his 'Asset.' They’ll find a 'Total Sector Resistance'." The Shadow at the Window

palace. In the center of the valley, on a raised dais of white marble that looked suspiciously like a replica of my own throne, stood a woman. She was tall, her hair a cascade of pale gold that seemed to hold the light of a midday sun. She was dressed in robes of white silk and celestial chrome, and as she raised her hands, a pulse of golden-orange energy swept through the valley. It wasn't the raw, emerald-gold fire of a Sun-Walker. it was a soft, artificial glow—a "Safe Sun."

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."