Golden Gate Townhomes Reviews Novels & Stories

Right there and then, I wanted nothing more than to turn around on the horse and mark him as my mate. "Look sharp, we're already home." Alexander said suddenly, startling me a bit. I pulled myself from my naughty thoughts and looked around: the grassy plains we'd been crossing was giving way to a settlement now. Houses sprang up along the dirt road we were crossing—small, homely houses with female wolves doing their washing at the back and little wolves playing at the front. Immediately Alexander's horse walked in, they all chanted: "Alpha! Alpha!" I watched as Alexander waved to his people with a smile. I looked around, catching a few stares thrown my way. Some were curious, others were pla

Zara's POV The Golden Gate Hotel was among the priciest and most opulent establishments I have ever visited. Thick, pricey off-white curtains draped the tall windows, and the reception desk, walls, and floors were all constructed and covered in expensive white marble. Signature paintings by well-known painters lined the walls, and a massive fountain screamed wealth and prestige in the middle of the reception area. "I am a little surprised, but that seems like a picture of a famous football player," Kaya gasped.

Noreen had been given clear instructions on what to do upon arriving in Ontario, so she didn't hesitate, immediately catching a taxi from the airport to the apartment the company had provided for her and Jonathan. Noreen got out of the taxi and stared at the Moonlight Haven apartment complex in awe. Jonathan held her hand tightly. "Mommy, it's beautiful," Jonathan said, pointing to the building in front of him. "Hmm, yes, this is part of The Golden Moonlight real estate, so it must be beautiful," Noreen said. "We'll be staying here for a year. Are you happy?" "Uhm," Jonathan said, nodding. Noreen smiled and led him into the lobby. Even the interior of the lobby was beautiful and elegant. He

Ted leaned over and pressed a few things on his tablets bringing up an album of his current rentals, “executive, fully furnished spaces for the corporate world.” “I’m not sure if the mundane nature of furnishing corporate condos is something I want to venture into.” “A little mundane to pay the bills and pad the account, a little fun and feisty to feed your soul and make you happy.” I guess that was one way to look at it. We pulled up to such a massive gate that the barbed wire at the top seemed like overkill. Every house within the gated community was astonishing, but there was one that sat on a lot much larger lot than the others and it was hard to miss.

"You promised that the three of us would always be together. You can't go back on your word." A sliver of light crept in through the window at the end of the hallway. Dawn had come. But in her world, everything was still shrouded in darkness. … Meanwhile, in Goldmont City. "Mr. Fox, Miss Talois, this villa offers a spectacular view. You can overlook the entire city, and directly across, you can see Cloud Palace. It's just ten minutes' drive to Cloud Palace Garden, a national-level park with pristine ecology," the sales manager explained meticulously.

Even James Coney came, but her condition kept worsening. Out of desperation, Hailey went to Alex for help. They got some stuff from Nine Villa before departing. About half an hour later, they arrived at Golden Manor, an upscale neighborhood. It was much more expensive than Maple Villa and was one of the more sought-after residential areas in California. Located just steps away was Sunset Lake, one of California’s most popular tourist attractions. Peaceful, tranquility, and with plenty of fresh air to boot, it was the perfect living community for society’s upper class. Found among its residents were multi-millionaires, retired ministers, or even superstar celebrities. It was also the ideal lo

Those memories were affective and I liked to cultivate them, and certainly, if one day I had children, I would help them create their own memories there. It didn't take long before we arrived at the beautiful Goldbergs' house, I took the car to the driveway and parked it. The house was a two-story in a beige shade, filled with windows, ornate glass doors, and flowered and manicured outdoor patios. " Welcome to the Goldberg hideout," I joked before getting out of the car. " Did you grow up in this town, Blair? " Joe asked, attracting the attention of his cousin, who seemed interested in the information.

Even the agent seemed shocked, perhaps because of her colleague’s comment. Then she snapped out of it and gave a professional smile. “Although this house only has five bedrooms, it has a three-room live-in quarters, along with outdoor space. Moreover, within Infinity View, Golden Street is the most expensive. The house has just been listed on the market, and the owner listed it for two hundred and fifty million,” she explained patiently. “We will take it,” Mum nodded and made her decision. “Ma, really, this is the best price for the house. To be honest with you, this house can sell for as high as four hundred million, but the owner wants the deal closed…” the agent suddenly paused.

The capital was fucking overpriced and overrated! Even the so-called affordable luxury options made me want to hyperventilate. $15 million for a two-bedroom townhouse tucked inside a gated community, where I'd probably have hang a siren over the roof of my car, pretending to be an ambulance or a police vehicle, just to beat traffic. All that stress for a two bedrooms! For that price, I should be getting a fortress with retractable turrets and laser defense systems, not a glorified shoebox with marble tiles!