Golden Facade Novels & Stories

April intercepts us and grabs Xavier’s hand to stop him. “Hey babe, don’t you want to join us in the common area we are going to watch a movie?” She batts her lashes and try to talk in a seductive voice. She is definitely going to irritate the shit out of me. I know for a fact she is a gold digging bitch.

Above her head, a golden halo adorned with a glowing crescent moon rests. Her body is no longer that of a young girl on the cusp of womanhood. It is now the form of a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Her rounded breasts stand out above her slender waist. Her lush curves are barely covered by a stunning, almost transparent tunic that also shimmers with a silvery glow. Gil's entire body is surrounded by an aura resembling moonlight. Tall white boots, embellished with golden arabesques, reach up to the middle of her thighs.

golden. Golden, like flame through honey. Jasmine forgot how to swallow. He scanned the room like he had seen it before in a dream. And when his gaze landed on her, something inside her buckled. Not from fear. Not from lust. From recognition. He looked at her the way a storm looks at a flame. Elora appeared at the top of the stairs, one hand resting against the banister. “Welcome to the House of Solace,” she purred. “How may we comfort you today?”

and even through the glass, I could feel the heat of her focus. "The primary valve isn't tucked away in some boring maintenance shed, Kai," she said, her voice muffled by the thick glass and the constant roar of the falling water. "Silas was way more theatrical than that. It’s buried under the Old Mint. Or rather, what the Old Mint became after the city sold the deed. It’s a private, underground club now. They call it The Gilded Cage."

" Caleb did not want to give up and pulled out a gift box. Inside were more jewels from the Heart of the Ocean collection. They were the kind of fancy jewelry that rich ladies dream of. I used to dream that one day, after working hard, I could have jewels like that too. Then, within the span of just two days, two guys had offered them to me. Caleb got down on one knee with a ring. "Jess, marry me. I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life. "Just give me one more chance."

“Dispose of the trash. I want them expelled. I want their families’ businesses audited and dismantled by morning. Erase them.” “And you, Alpha?” Marcus asked, bowing his head. Nathan wiped a stray drop of Anol’s terrified sweat from his hand with a silk handkerchief, his expression returning to its mask of cold, billionaire ice—though his eyes remained a lingering, dangerous gold. “I’m going to the Narrows,” Nathan said, his voice dropping into a possessive purr. “The queen is in pain. It’s time I brought her home to her cage.”

The unguarded supply corridors. The exposed third capital. Understanding flickered in his eyes. Cassian laughed suddenly. “Oh,” he said. “Oh that’s cruel.” Nyx tapped the console. Their alliance surged across the board in a new direction. Straight toward the undefended capital. The room exploded in noise. Halvern’s eyes gleamed faintly. The third capital fell twenty seconds later. Victory. The timer froze. Silence crashed over the chamber. Nyx stretched her arms casually. “Well,” she said. “That was fun.” Cassian leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “You weaponized patience.” Talbot nodded slowly.

Avery possessed baseline data indicating Jessica Winster would occupy the central board at the gala tonight; she could not afford to forfeit this single window. Within the dim geometry of the balcony corridor, the ocean breeze carried a freezing, salt-lined chill across the concrete. Jessica leaned her weight against the window frame, the dead, placid depth of her gaze shifting as she parsed Avery’s approaching silhouette, her lips pulling into a slow look of amusement. She held her champagne glass with total composure, her tone dropping into a low, mocking cadence: "The golden cage managed by the Sovereign of Obsidian City appears to have a loose latch."

"Caleb, read them the certification." He pulled out a document from his briefcase. "Custom Heritage Collection from Tiffany & Co. One of a kind. Solid gold, total weight 100 grams. Each bangle is valued at $28,000. Total value: $56,000." "One hundred…" Her crying stopped abruptly. She stared at the bangles, regret flooding her face. She had just thrown away something worth over $50,000.

"Let him follow. I want him to see exactly where I’m going. I want him to know that the 'poor girl' he married lives in a world he can't even enter without an invitation." The limo pulled up to the grand entrance of the St. Claire Estate. The gates were tall and made of gold. They opened slowly, as if recognizing their true owner had finally returned. As the limo rolled up the long driveway, Julian’s car tried to follow, but the security guards stepped out and blocked his path. Ivy stepped out of the car. The servants were lined up, bowing low. "Welcome home, Miss Ivy," they said in one voice.