Golden Stage Novels & Stories

𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 The hum of soft conversations and the occasional clink of cutlery greets me as I step into The Gilded Stag, a beacon of luxury in the heart of London. Although I've been working here for a little over a month, the understated elegance of the restaurant never hesitates to stun me. Subdued lighting glints off the crystal chandeliers, giving the place a warm and cozy vibe while servers glide between polished tables draped in pristine white linens.

“I’m going to be myself. That’s all I can give you.” “That’s all I want,” she said, and meant it, and held the meaning of it for the rest of the drive. The estate in November was a different creature than the estate in summer. She had brought people here in summer — the Ashford summer, the garden parties and the tennis and the long table on the terrace — and seen them receive it with the glittering eyes of people encountering a myth they’d half-believed in. The summer estate performed. It knew its effect and deployed it.

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

he instructed as he opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two gold goblets. I washed my hands gladly. Gold and gemstones were, surprisingly, filthy. “Why is the gold so dirty?” I asked him as I joined him at the table. “Coins pass through many hands,” he replied. “Before they enter a dragon’s hoard.” “Being left lying around on the floor probably doesn’t help, either.” I sliced a piece of the meat. “It’s almost as if the dragon finds no value in it. His books are in pristine order in the library, but the precious gems are crushed underfoot.” I had discretely removed the shards of the two stones I had destroyed underfoot and had been relieved to find they were not the only two to experie

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?

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

blue is really his colour. “I've shared the file with you. Look through it and find your partner.” I watch as he turns to the white board, raises his hand and starts writing something down. The fabric at his wrist slips away, revealing the small gold watch he wears there and more expanse of delicious skin. I really have to get myself together. I open my phone, d******d the file and skim through. Jackson, there it is. Paired with a McShaw. Who's McShaw?

Moments ago, I had told myself I would be confident, but this… in front of everyone… I couldn’t believe they didn’t care about their image at all. Thankfully, there was one other brother who wasn’t like this. I wasn't sure how I would actually act if Lucien– “Take this. I heard women like gold.” My thoughts faltered as I blinked, only to see Lucien had already shoved Claude aside just like Claude had done to Silas. He now stood before me, Abraham by his side, opening a box that revealed a pair of golden earrings. “This is the purest form of gold, Nectar Gold. Alpha Lucien had it specially crafted into this for you, Beta Lilith,” Abraham explained respectfully.

I said thinking about when I looked up at Adrian when we first met, "I thought for a second I saw my eyes shine gold, in the reflection of someone else's eyes.” Silence fills the room, “I was really drunk at the time so it's probably nothing,” I quickly say. “Oh this is getting good,” Joy said, her entire being practically radiating joy. “The golden color could be key, it's of an old and powerful nature,” ester explains. “Whats that mean for the classes I can take?” I asked uneasy, if it's old does that mean there's no classes that I can take to work on it? “It means that you can have your pick of any classes you want,” Marcus said smiling, “if we're correct, which we usually are, you have a

Chapter 22: The Sterling Rebirth The silence following the collapse of the Morningstar was not the peaceful quiet of a resolved conflict; it was the eerie, pressurized stillness that precedes a tectonic shift. In the heart of the Atuabo Processing Plant, the violet glare of the "Golden Crown" had been replaced by a soft, natural amber glow. The subsonic hum that had held the world’s psyche in a vice for forty-eight hours had evaporated, leaving the air smelling of ozone and tropical rain.