Golden High Novels & Stories

Without Luis' guidance, it would have been nearly impossible to find. "Huh? What's this?" Amid a pile of clutter, Chase's eyes lit up as he spotted a golden, gleaming herb. "Golden gin root?" Chase was overjoyed. This was an essential ingredient for refining the Golden Elixir, a rare and highly sought-after spiritual herb. Although Chase was intent on claiming the herb, he paused to consider his next move. Killing the head of the Hawkinses and leaving so brazenly might be a step too far, even for him.

The girl was weak, just as he had expected. In the golden grandeur of his celestial chambers, Helios reveled in the satisfaction of his manipulation. His home in the heavens was a palace of pure radiance, walls forged from the first rays of sunlight, casting a perpetual glow that would blind any mortal who dared to look upon it. Tall, arching windows opened to the sky, allowing beams of sunlight to pour in, reflecting off the gilded surfaces of the room. His throne, an elaborate seat of blazing gold, was set atop a dais, encrusted with sunstones that shimmered with every step he took.

Luckily, the woman was too drunk to remember anything when the police took her statement. "You're a God, aren't you? Golden eyes are often associated with those who were born as higher beings. In a world like this, she's going to need someone who could teach her to control her power," Richard muttered after the video ended. "I will pay you in everything I have as long as you keep my little monkey safe." He showed a file contained; a check worth ten billion dollars, several documents of estates and personal homes, luxury cars, and two private jets. Everything in the file could take possibly be worth a few billion dollars.

“Daerton is exceptionally well learned and powerful, even for one of his kind, which makes him dangerous, in addition to which, intoxicated, he is not always capable of making the most intelligent of decisions.” “He gifted a man with the touch of gold,” Aurien said quietly. “Everything the man touched, turned to gold. The man was unable to eat or drink, and, when he returned home, his young daughter ran to greet him…” “Oh, saints and seers,” I was horrified. “Was it reversible?” “Not so far,” Glenowayn replied solemnly. “The man eventually died of starvation and his daughter remains a statue of gold. I believe the Court of Light has her in safe keeping.”

Dishwashers accepted the bowls and cups, keeping the area clean as diners left. “Yellow arches, eat your heart out,” Rain murmured, her mouth watering. Before she could ask what they were serving, the stall on her left captured her attention. She gasped. A beautiful jacket of wine-red velvet was displayed on a wooden mannequin, complete with matching choker and earrings. Cropped, close-fitted at the bust to hug a woman’s body, it fastened with a gold clasp between the breasts. The sleeves were full and made of a sheer, burgundy fabric with ruby and diamond crystal cuffs. At least she assumed the stones were crystal; she wouldn’t dare display real stones like that in an open market. A black s

I had my uncle look up her ID info, and as soon as he checked, it turned out that Lillian is a notorious gold digger! Those around us erupted into murmurs, while Clara crossly held up her phone for everyone to see. "I've gone to so much trouble for you, yet you're being completely ungrateful about it, Nicholas!" Nicholas snatched the phone and stared fixedly at the screen, noting the name Lillian Naughton displayed there. Just as Clara claimed, there were only two individuals by that name—one was the prestigious heiress of the Naughton family, and the other was an infamous marriage fraudster and gold digger.

The emerald cufflinks gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing whispers from the crowd. "They're absolutely gorgeous! Even if we can't buy them, just seeing them today is worth it!" "Yeah, I wonder who'll win them. They're incredibly rare!" Sitting in the corner, Jack kissed the woman's cheek and said, "It's just $30 million. Babe, I know you can afford it." I recognized the woman. If I was not mistaken, she was Vanessa Gordon, the Gordon family's illegitimate daughter. Although she was officially acknowledged as a member of the Gordon family a few years ago, she actually had little authority.

But I knew him better than anyone else… I noticed clearly exactly where his attention and interest truly lied all night long. At the far corner of the grand hall, standing near the large glass windows overlooking the beautiful garden, stood a young woman — tall, slender, beautiful with long curly hair and seductive eyes, wearing a revealing red dress that left almost nothing to imagination. She was none other than Chloe Rios — the latest woman Lucas had been seeing and spending almost all his free time with for the past two months. Everyone in our circle knew exactly who she was and exactly what she was to Lucas. She was his newest favorite, his current mistress, and everyone whispered and g

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”