Golden Facade Novels & Stories

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.

She smiled, her fingers lingering on the stone, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Tess stood beside Lila, her blonde hair loose, spilling over her shoulders in golden waves, her hazel eyes soft with love, her lightweight blue tunic embroidered with silver, her shield pendant hanging around her neck, her skin flushed with happiness, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Dawn, her wolf, stood beside Spark, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, her amber eyes reflecting the light, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared connection. Tess’s voice was steady, her hand resting on Lila’s

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."

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

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."

"What? You heard him. He said he's immortal, you can't kill an immortal being" She reaches into her bag and takes out a golden gem which has black stripes all over it. "What is that?" I ask and she grins. "It's called the tiger gem. Azeroth is built on illusions. This will help differentiate what's real and what's fake. It will also help us figure out the guardian's weak point. When we figure that out, we can kill him and take the seal of Solomon. When we finally kill him, a door leading back to our world will open and we will be back in the palace before you know it"