Golden High Novels & Stories

"Are you sure his eyes turned gold?" "Yes I'm sure, I saw it twice, what's wrong?" "Didn't you know that Alpha's eyes will turn red when he's having a rut and it will wake up his Omega heat. But if his eyes are gold that means he's not a normal Alpha" "What do you mean?" "The Golden Alpha, have you ever heard of it? That is the designation of a pack that has the highest level among the other Alphas. Their eyes will turn gold when dealing with their mate, they are the strongest and more sensitive to the scent of their Omega"

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

Grey's messy hair. “Mr. Grey? Our client here said that these pills are Heavenly Gold Grape Pills, can you check if it's real or not?” The shop attendant was confused by his constant questions, however, he still needs to inform him why he called Mr. Grey. Mr. Grey's smile became wider. “Uh-huh! Yes! This is the legendary Heavenly Gold Grape Pills! I could smell the Green Gold Grape in these pills.” He delightedly said as he looked at Soheila. “Dear Client, are you the contractor of the Gigantic Firebird that took the Green Gold Grape a year ago? Or are you the disciple of the Gigantic Firebird's Master?” He asked again and again.

With that in mind, Summer took out the credit card. The card had a black surface and platinum font. When Summer handed it to Blaire, the manager became momentarily stunned. Summer misunderstood her reaction and thought there was an issue with the card. "What's wrong?" "No, it's nothing ..." Despite Blaire's response, her hands trembled when she accepted the credit card. In reality, she recognized the true value of the card. It was known as the "Golden Card". The card was issued by the country's national bank, and there were only a hundred of them nationwide. Golden Cards were owned by top elites in high society.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

They are just trying to help me and here I am being a b***h. “It’s okay.” Gwen replies, giving me a small smile. “By the way, what is your demon friend’s name? You never told me.” Samantha asks me curiously. The same curiosity fills the other girls eyes as well. I sigh. They probably won’t believe me anyways. “Lucifer.” Gwen and Samantha’s eyes widen and their mouths drop open. The color drains from Harley’s face as she slowly places the bottle of water she was drinking back on her tray. “You mean...our King?” Samantha asks slowly.

“Believe it or not, the so-called superpowers of the world are superpowers because of us. And the incredible thing is, they don’t even care who we are, what we are and what we do. They are all just after their power. That’s all. So, we used this to our advantage and we waited, and we waited, and we waited. We kept producing goods and making profit in the black market. We waited seven years for our chance. This Golden Leaf is the chance we have been waiting for. A few days ago our scientists made a discovery that this particular Golden Leaf has a special chemical that allows us to reproduce, replicate and mould it into whatever we want. My scientists told me that within just ten days, we coul

The man glows. His hair is long, golden, and radiant, as if it has absorbed the light of countless stars. It flows with the breeze, shimmering and shifting in the sunlight like something out of a dream. But it’s his eyes that captivate me the most—golden, not amber. Pure gold, glowing with an intensity that feels almost too bright to look at. He doesn’t belong here; he doesn’t belong anywhere I can name. There’s something otherworldly about him, something so achingly familiar that my chest tightens with a strange sense of déjà vu.

The brief fight paved the way for some Ayruzians to gossip about Akshara and Dev, who stood behind Akshara. “Why our crown prince is defending that barmaid?” “Maybe she is his possession” “When they tested her virginity, they found the trace of golden blood in her.” “What’s that mean?” “Only two dragons have golden blood in the entire cosmos. One is his father, other is him. As you know about his father, it’s our crown prince’s golden blood. He has imprinted on her, probably.” “What?” “Can’t you see the human is marked as possession of our crown prince?”

The Obsidian black Mercedes S650 which Amelia rode to church the other day pulled right in front of Mrs Steels just outside the front porch. Dressed in sky blue BOTTEGA VENETA Patent Stretch Leather Dress, paired with AMELIE BERTRAND's handbag from Louis Vuitton's ARTYCAPUCINE collection, a dark Gucci sunglasses and a black Christian Louboutin heels, Amy was ready for the day. Her hair which was styled in a messy bun sitting inches just above the nape of her neck spoke more of 'simple and classy'.