Golden High Novels & Stories

"Please take note that St. Hopkins Hospital and orphanage home will receive half of the proceeds from this auction, naturally with the presence of Dr. Henry Norman, the current director." The high-pitched voice of a woman wearing a crimson gown and golden jewelry echoed across the hall as she grabbed the microphone. She gave the microphone to the event's MC, a man dressed in a white suit. The auction began with the display of certain jewelries, which shimmered in their own uniqueness. First was the Golden gem.. a type of jewelry that appears to have been crafted from a combination of gold and gem. Bidding started at S 300,000 and went up to $800,000. The bidding went on until a thin man wear

“You don’t know the Braff family, Sir York? “They’re one of the Hermit Families we’re talking about!” “I just got here a month ago. It’s only normal for me to not know about them, right?” Many people said the waters were deep in Golden Sands, but Harvey did not understand it. If it were not for Mandy Zimmer and Evermore’s incident, he would not have been here, nor would he be interested in understanding the situation. Cliff took a sip of his tea before he spoke. “Golden Sands is a first-rate city in Country H with at least fifty million residents!

Fake flames flickered and CGI logs crackled, emitting a nice, warm heat. The hallway ended at two huge ass golden doors. A doorman opened those golden arches when Amber and the Head Goddess’s heels came echoing down the oddly quiet hallway. No sounds of music or raucous laughter erupted from the Godwin penthouse. Maybe they were just waiting for her for the party to fucking begin.

Hosea says, making me the topic once again. “What?” My voice cracked, caught off guard. Hosea leans back in her chair. “The golden shimmer in your skin, even though it’s faint when you are around the pack. It’s there when you are not covering it with some hoodie. It’s a sign of your connection to the power of the golden wolf.” “I think that’s enough; let’s finish up our meal.” Talon cut in sharply. Apart from gazing at each other, we did as he ordered.

She was ready for everything. She entered one boutique shop and began to view the clothes inside. Neal had everything, the best of the best and she had no idea what to get him. She couldn’t even read his mind which is why she had to go all the trouble and look for what she thinks was the best for him. After a long search she decided on buying him a pair of golden cufflinks, they had his favorite falcon bird on it as if they were made for him. After paying for the cufflinks she left the shop and began to look around more.

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade

At least the pain would end then. "Well," said a voice, deep and gentle, with a hint of dark amusement. “ I forced myself to raise my head. A man stood over me, bathed in the glow of the setting moon. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded a power that instinctively made my wolf bare its throat, even in my wounded state. Alpha. But not just any Alpha—something about him was different, ancient, dangerous. His eyes caught the moonlight and flashed a color I had never seen before. Not golden like most Alphas. Silver. Like the light that had emanated from me during the ceremony.

But I refused to be weak and break down and cry anymore. I opened the door ever so slightly so I could see them properly. Miranda was seated on the couch, her head craned to meet Bradley's gaze, who was standing in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, his eyes boring into hers. “We still have to be careful,” he growled. “Whatever. Just don't forget our deal,” she said, raking her hands up his torso. “You get the Amsterdam Empire's hidden treasures and I get Leon all to myself.”

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

I have almost full Tiffen box left. "What Mathew?" I asked. "Last minute booking for the golden cabin," he said stressing every word. Damn. Looks like we don't have much time. So we need to first arrange that cabin properly for the customer. "Fine.. me and Alisha would make sure everything is under control," I said more in a professional tone closing my Tiffen box. Looks like, my pullav should wait for me. Golden cabin is the one sole thing which Smits powerful aura of the entire restaurant. There was 5 silver cabins which would many billionaires use for some meetings. And this golden cabin is only one. It's very rare that someone books.