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.

DING The gold elevator doors opened and Beau put his hand out towards Marigold, saying, "Ready to go up?" She grabbed his hand and they entered the elevator watching the doors automatically shut behind her. Inside the elevator they saw gold walls and a silver railing that circled the entire elevator walls. The floors were carpeted and the color of the carpeting was red. Next to the elevator doors was a set of buttons that went all the way up to 50 and above the elevator doors was a black electrical sign that told you what floor you were on. She stood next to the buttons, asking, "What floor?" He answered, saying, "The 50th floor." She pressed the button looking at it light up bright yellow.

"Aren't you going to say something else?" Natalie asked her frown deepening. "I don't know what else to say," "At least look happy for me, I am getting married," She said in excitement showing off the huge diamond ring on her fingers. "Congratulations twinnie," Nicole said getting up to hug her, she screamed in excitement and Nicole had to pull away from her to prevent herself from going deaf.

Once more, her helpers approached her, this time carrying a golden jug that was full of milk. One of the assistants poured the milk over Golder's head with a sad look, letting it to fall down her body as it sparkled in the candlelight. Golder appeared to be in deep thought. She was engulfed in a clean, milky cascade that the milk, which had been laced with therapeutic herbs and flowers, had created. This cascade represented a new beginning and the washing away of old grudges.

I don't know why, but the more I get closer to the resort, the more my heart was getting nervous. I inhaled and exhaled a few times and continued my walk. Nestled within the heart of the pristine resort, the luxurious wedding hall stands as a testament to opulence and elegance. As soon as I stepped into this enchanting space, I felt I was transported to a realm of beauty and grandeur that perfectly complemented the natural splendor of the resort's surroundings. I wondered, Did I just travel to the heavens? Standing before the resort my eyes fell on the banner before me, Red Cross Wedding Hall. I have heard about it before, it was a place where even the wealthiest people in the city couldn't

In the study of the luxurious Sterling Penthouse in Lorehaven, the wooden floor was littered with cigarette butts, papers and documents strewn about, and anything breakable had been smashed to pieces. Julian Sterling stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a half-smoked cigarette between his slender fingers. His eyes, colder and deeper than ancient wells, were fixated on a thought that revolved in his mind like a relentless wheel – Isabella de Valois's mocking words from earlier that day, "Julian, how could you not even keep a woman?"

_____________________ . . . Knox had to hold her up as they made their way through the lobby and into the private elevator that led to the penthouse suite. Willow was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, trying to compose herself. But as soon as the elevator doors closed, his lips were on hers again. By the time they reached their floor, Willow was a pile of mush, riding out her third orgasm of the day. Knox carried her into the suite and directly out onto the terrace where the Jacuzzi sat in the middle in the scorching sun.