Golden Stage Novels & Stories

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.

'Yes, I've found it,' he suddenly said, picking out a gold ring from the rest of the treasures. Then, gathering the rest into the little box, he locked it and kept it aside. 'This is a gold ring,' he continued. Then tossing it up with his right hand and allowing it to drop into his left palm, it sparkled with all the beautiful gems that decorated it. 'It is the most treasured thing I have in this house. It is highly refined gold. The beautiful sparkling gems that adorn it are twelve in number. They are some of the most precious stones ever found on earth. The most valuable parts of the stones were extracted and reduced into the twelve sparkling points on the gold ring. In a circle, th

The moment she found out I had enrolled Ryder in a vocational school, she stormed into my room in a rage and flung the admission letter straight at my face. "Rebecca King! What are you trying to do?" she shouted, pointing at me, her whole body trembling with fury. "How dare you send my grandson to learn something as lowly as fixing cars? That's work for the lower class! I raised him with such care, and now you want him to serve other people?" I looked at her flatly, not even bothering to defend myself. "Grandma!" Ryder's voice came from the doorway. He rushed in and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body—for the first time in 15 years.

How could we share a life like this? “My favorite color is lilac, Stephen, but I don’t think that this could be a good idea for the theme color of an engagement,” I answered him bitterly. In my mind, any color would be a bad idea, because marrying him was a bad idea, but I couldn’t use this argument for my case. Sooner or later, we would eventually agree on a theme. “No lilac then,” Stephan told in a funny way, as if he were raising his guard. He definitely got my voice tone. “How about golden and navy? This would be royal and sober enough,” he suggested. I must admit: he was trying way harder than I was.

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."

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Forever rejecting gilded cages. Forever proving that impossible transformations happen when you reject lies and choose yourself. The cage was never gold. It was me.

Golden heard that his father was someone who believed that men should only use their fists to speak and that training the body was the only way for a man. He had that lifestyle until that night when dark circles appeared under his eyes due to lack of sleep. That was the first time he stayed in the library after midnight, and probably his servants were already rushing to look for him because it wasn't time for a child to be awake. The servants did not pay much attention to Golden since he used to read silently and didn't cause problems, but there was no way they did not realize that he wasn't in his room for so long. That night, however, he felt that he was almost at the point where the Last

Heavier. "What do you want me to tell him?" Morrow asked. "Tell him you need more time to consider." "And then?" "And then do nothing," I said. "Until I tell you otherwise." I ended the call. Set the phone down on the desk. Outside the window Stone City was waking up. The sky was pale grey bleeding slowly into blue. Somewhere beyond the estate walls markets were opening. Buses were filling. The city was performing its daily routine of noise and motion and carefully managed chaos.

BACK TO RUNS: A NEW JOB The morning sunlight scattered across the city, filtering through grey clouds that rolled over from last night's rain. Even with the sharp rays, everything felt dull and colorless to Jake as he slowly drove through downtown. His old sedan rattled over every pothole and its engine coughed louder than it did last week, but he barely even noticed. He just sat on the seat, tapping anxiously against the steering wheel while a cigarette burned between his fingers.