Golden High の小説・ストーリー

"We'll talk about it some other time, I have to go. I'll call you later man." I ended the call and quickly checked out Echoview Magazine's website. The article about Shay was also there and I smirked when I read the headline right above a picture of her standing inside her office with a file in her hand, looking to the side; 'SAN FRANCISCO'S GOLDEN GIRL SECRETLY WORKING AT CARTWRIGHT & EVANS HOLDINGS!'

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

“Helen, I don’t know who convinced you that you weren’t all that and a bag of chips. But you are. In fact, you’re all that and two bags of chips.” “Thank you.” She murmured softly not believing the other woman. “You’re welcome. Now, onto the unofficial benefits. We have several clients that give us perks for our services.” She opened the folder and took out a stack of papers. “Golden Iron is a gym that gives our employees a deep discount. Five bucks a month gets you access to the gym. Ten gets you access to the gym and pools. And fifteen gets you access to the gym, pools and auxiliary staff including trainers, dietitian and, my favorite, the masseuse. Not only does he have magic hands, he is

Gold chains connected her collar to her pierced nipples and clit, jingling softly with every movement. Marcus and Damien, both still powerfully built and commanding, escorted her like high priests. Marcus’s voice boomed across the amphitheater. “Twenty-five years ago, she became ours. Tonight, we celebrate the woman who has taken tens of thousands of cocks, borne our children, and surrendered everything to the obsession. For the next twenty-one days, she is yours. Worship her. Destroy her. Fill her until she can take no more.” The Golden Jubilee began. The Eternal Offering

While Zephyr was busy meditating, Ricky had assembled a team. Based on Ricky’s abilities alone, they easily swept through every room to their hearts' content. “Skygold Divine Pills? Aiden Lee, you lucky b*stard!” Ricky teased as he saw the pills in his hand. Feeling Ricky’s gaze, anger rose within Aiden. Skygold Divine Pills were not common. It was a three-starred medicine, a powerful one at that. For him to have found this treasure would mean his luck was good. He did not expect Ricky to want to take it from him.

He stopped briefly to ask a gate sentry where he might find a place and was eyed suspiciously, and then directed further into the city where he would come across the Golden Goose, the most popular inn for well off merchants and lords. The Golden Goose was a four story inn, with a sign emblazoned with gold letters and a gold lacquered goose, sitting on top of a large golden egg. The windows of the inn were stained glass depicting the story of the Golden Goose. The inn shouted its wealth and status to those passing outside of it.

She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”

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."

"A few days ago… I had a dream. In it… In it, it showed me that Grandma and I poisoned you. You died. I even cursed you, saying that you were some feminazi who deserved it." His body began to tremble uncontrollably. "That wasn't a dream." I met his gaze calmly. "You did that in your past life." Ryder's eyes widened with incredulity. He sat there, frozen and stupefied by the revelation. The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving behind nothing but a deathly pallor. Despair, regret, pain—every emotion collided across his features before he hunched over in silence. He slipped from his chair and dropped to his knees with a dull thud. Across the table, he bowed his head heavily toward

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.