Golden Scar Novels & Stories

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?”

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 challenge. A flicker of amusement curved Alaric’s mouth, sharp and dangerous. “Alaric Moore.” The name rippled through the hall like a warning bell. Briarcrest royalty. The heir. The untouchable. And now, by law and ceremony alone, had tied to her. “Congratulations,” Nyx said coolly. “Do you want a medal?” A few students inhaled sharply. Someone laughed, then stopped as if realizing laughter itself might be a punishable offense.

"Previous reports stated that both the actress Natalie Wright and her mother Melanie Wright have animosity towards the relationship between Willow Mason and billionaire and CEO of Wright Corp., Knox Wright. But the women seem to actually have a very good relationship and continues to keep in touch after the breakup. This makes us wonder if other previous reports could also be exaggerated. Is Willow Mason really a gold digger or just a normal girl who happened to fall in love with a billionaire?" "Whoa." Willow took the phone from Susan and read it one more time. Never in the last three years had she ever seen any positive news about her. She had been stamped the gold digger the very first ti

Golden eyes sparkled like a puppy who had seen a treat. I subconsciously nodded my head. Golden handed me a nude exposing dress which I wore and shoved me onto a chair. In less than twenty minutes she had already done her magic again and I looked so beautiful, older and sexier. "Don't be anxious ok. You are lucky you know. Boss pays good so you will definitely get enough money today just like yesterday"Golden said with glee as she observed my tensed expression. "He just likes your pretty face that's all. Don't feel special"Violetta shrugged her shoulders.

At least nothing clean enough for my wolf to touch. "Do you have your sacred wedding bands? I didn’t think so. We provide the metal, included in the silver cost." "Is it true gold?" Rowan asks, squinting through the dim light. He sniffs proudly. "Of course. It comes straight from the mountain veins, complete with an elder's mark of authenticity. Now, cross my palm. Cash or high pack-tokens. We do not do financing."

She looked up into his harsh, carved features, her dark eyes suddenly losing their clinical luster, replaced by a hollow, ancient chill. "You think this is about the gold, Agent Rossi?" she whispered, a fierce, venomous edge clipping her words. "You think I sat at that mahogany dining table, watching my father chew his food while my skin crawled, just because I wanted to inherit a collection of shell companies in Panama?" "I don't think, Isabella. I audit," Dante growled, stepping an inch closer, his shadow completely enveloping her. "People kill for currency, or they kill for blood. You’ve already secured the currency. So whose blood are we really buying tonight?"

“Then you should know who the majority shareholder of Grand Arcadia Mall is.” His expression shifted. Subtly, but unmistakably. Victoria snapped, impatient. “Stop stalling. Saying random things won’t save you.” I ignored her. “This brooch,” I continued, “is an imitation of Cartier’s limited-edition ‘Heart of the Ocean’ from last fall. Only three were made worldwide. Each one has its own anti-counterfeit marker, and a unique microchip code.” A bead of sweat slid down Mr. Collins’s temple. “As the manager of the most exclusive mall in Silverbrook, I’m sure you’re far more familiar with luxury authentication than I am.”