Golden Hand Book Novels & Stories

She had just — finally, and for the first time — arrived. The Windsor chair stood in the corner of the living room of a house they bought together — not forty acres and a glass tower, but something smaller, with a real garden and south-facing windows. Her mother came to dinner once a month and complained about the drive and ate everything on her plate. On the mantle was a small bottle, found in the workshop when they packed his things. Ghost. She kept it for the reminder: that what looks stripped and pale and lost is sometimes just waiting. That things come back to themselves. That old and tended and cared-for is not the same as broken.

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

Saint makes eye contact and frowns at me, I just roll my eyes at him. My head is still on overdrive from what the spirits have been saying on repeat since I woke up. THE GOLDEN KINGDOM IS ONCE AGAIN IN THREAT FROM ENEMIES OF OLD. DECEPTION CAN GUIDE THE TRUE PINK QUEEN DOWN THE WRONG ROAD, WHEN THE BOND THAT SHOULD DOES NOT ARRIVE. WHILE THE GOLDEN PRINCE FALLS AT THE FEET OF DARKNESS LIKE HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE. BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK.

Bright lights reflected against rows of expensive jewelry displayed behind spotless glass. The workers welcomed them almost instantly. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and luxury pieces were brought out one after another. Everything sparkled brilliantly beneath the showroom lights. Mei touched one carefully. “This probably costs someone’s yearly salary.” Clara looked at the jewelry calmly. “Then don’t drop it.” Mei gasped loudly. “See wickedness.” Clara laughed again. By the time they finished selecting what they wanted, Clara brought out her card immediately. Mei tried stopping her. “No no, let me pay for us.”

"Caroline! You can't leave! Hailey's sick now, and the doctor said the full treatment will cost at least thirty thousand. You have a job now, so you need to chip in!" I looked at the woman in front of me with disgust. Only at times like this did she suddenly start talking about 'family bonds.' Ashton turned and gently pried Mom's tight grip off my arm. "Mrs. Fisher, Caroline has her own career and life now. As for Hailey's illness, it has nothing to do with her, and she has no responsibility over it." … With everything settled, I felt exhausted. After returning to my apartment, I passed out for a whole day.

As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain. I ran toward the cliffside, the ledger in my hand and the fire in my soul. I was no longer the Golden Bird. I was the storm. And I was just getting started.

Grand, with a vaulted ceiling arched high, painted with constellations and mythic beasts, towering shelves rising like walls, carved from dark oak and lined with books. “Here.” He pulls out an old book, its cover black and edged in gold. At the center gleams a golden wolf’s head, bared teeth frozen in a snarl. Behind it, a raven spreads its wings wide, poised as if descending from the sky. Grimm opens it. The pages are an old, yellowish color, but intact. “Most of the Raven Wolf King books here are written to sound like fantasy, as if he were just a fairy tale. This one’s the one you want. Depicts date‑to‑date events.”

She said, passing a palm-sized book that I didn’t see her holding until now. Nodding, I took the book and read the title on the book that was written in a strange writing that I had never studied, but could still understand. “Grimoire.” “Just like I thought, you can read it." She confirmed her doubt. “If I’m a witch, then what kind of power do I hold?” “Witches with gold eyes are generally associated with immense, rare, or divine power.” Woah! The golden eyes, which were the reason everyone called me a bitch, were related to divine power.

the book reassured. I clicked my tongue. “Oh, but you do! Sometimes—yes, indeed." And with that, the book continued its revelation... "When they arrive, you would have to welcome them in the midst of the choas" Micha muttered, "in the midst of the choas?" The book answered in golden letters, "Yes in the midst of chaos. And by that moment, the creator of the Golden's would have disappeared" I stiffened, "Why? what do you mean" The book remained still for a moment and declared,