Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

She nods in acknowledgment, allowing Terry to guide her through the crowd as they make their way to an outlet that sparkles with an impressive display of jewels, diamonds, and gold. Witnessing Terry's presence, a salesperson immediately rushes over to greet him, recognizing his status and importance. “Good day, sir. I assume you are looking for the wedding rings -” Before he finishes his sentence, Terry parts his lips to say, “I wanna explore first -” The salesperson's eagerness to assist Terry reflects the respect and attention he garners wherever he goes. The outlet's countercases are adorned with a stunning array of gems, each piece meticulously arranged to catch the eye. Terry and Nora f

I will want him to abandon the mafia life but since I'm not sure of him, whether he'll be my forever, I can't say or do anything. We walk upstairs to the golden library, it's written so on top of it. The door is gold and giant, I believe this is the reason it's named so but when the door is pushed open and I see the interior, everything is gold, the book shelves and the ceiling, a gold chandelier stands in the midst, suspending from the ceiling, giving it powerful rays of light on the entire room. I feel this' my best place. "I think I can take a book from here?"

One Year Later The penthouse of the Sterling-Thorne Tower offered a view that few in the world ever got to see: all of Manhattan, shimmering like a collection of fallen stars. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, swirling a glass of vintage Bordeaux. On my left hand, a 12-carat emerald-cut diamond caught the light, a heavy, constant reminder of the man who had waited an entire lifetime for me to see him. "You're thinking about them again," Xavier’s voice rumbled behind me.

Row after row of store managers, floor staff, and master goldsmiths were lined up inside the grand lobby, waiting to greet their new owner. Valerie took a deep, steady breath, her shock turning into pure, burning determination. She looked at Killian, smiled from the bottom of her heart, and walked through the glass double doors to take control of her empire. Meanwhile, In a lavish, sunlit drawing room, Victoria Sterling sat on a velvet sofa, fanning herself aggressively with a painted silk fan. Sitting across from her was Madam Genevieve Sterling, quietly sipping tea and looking through a charity magazine.

Her scent still lingers in her car. “Where to, sir?” My driver asks. “Golden retreat.” I say, referring to Xavier’s lounge. Golden retreat has its perks, from the outside, it’s an expensive, hard to book lounge with trained servers, but just underneath, down the elevator is the underground that opens a brand new world to gangsters, and every time I step inside, I feel uncomfortable.

I have to find out everything about them by myself to be successful on making Devin to fall in love with me. "And I'm really wondering where you'd got that phone. That looks really expensive", she stated with doubt in her tone while her eyes are fixed on the gadget that I am holding. "It is a second-hand phone, Miss Portia"; I answered her directly while turning my phone upside down to let her see it better so that it won’t leave any suspicions to her. Well, it is a phone worth a thousand dollars so she will surely wonder about it. I woke up in hot rays of sunshine passing through the curtains.

I took the brass key Terrell had given me, slid it into the lock, and turned it gently. The lock opened with a click. The villagers held their breath, craning their necks to see inside. Arthur and Lauren stepped closer with greed burning in their eyes. I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. In an instant, a dazzling golden glow spilled out. Inside, rows of gold bars were stacked neatly, heavy and gleaming with a metallic shine. "My god! They're really gold bars!" "That's got to be worth a fortune!" "Hattie's finally getting her reward after all that suffering!"

Yun's precise handwriting and Jesse's undecorated loyalty. I look back at Dylan. "Tell me about Goldenstone ," I answer. And outside my window, the October morning holds its breath.

Adrian pressed a button on his visor, and the gates groaned open. The estate was nothing like the Ashford family mansion. While Damian’s house was old, drafty, and filled with heavy antique furniture, Adrian’s home was a modern architectural masterpiece. It was built of dark stone, steel, and massive glass windows, sitting entirely isolated on a private hill. It looked incredibly secure—and incredibly lonely. Adrian parked the car in the underground garage. The moment the engine died, the silence rushed back in. Aurora went to open her door, but before her hand could even touch the handle, Adrian was already there. He opened her door, his towering frame blocking the light. Without a word, he

Stop Fucking thinking about her. Now, I was sitting in a bar drinking my 3rd glass of whiskey when I felt something beside me. A gorgeous green eyed brunette was sitting next to me who was giving me her best flirtatious smile. She was wearing a gold mini dress which was showing her cleavage. She had a great rack. She was literally eye-fucking me. I wasn’t very attracted to her but she could help with the sexual tension so I didn't mind. I talked and flirted with her and after a few drinks we both were ready to head back to my penthouse to get some much needed action.