Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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 hope you were a gentler with her this time, she’s in a delicate state right now.” “That explains why some of my new underwear went missing,” Maize said a moment later. “And why her scent was in our tent. Ben, you dog.” Ben growled and tuned out the large helicopter plane looking thing that started to descend near the border of the clearing. “What is going on here? I’m trying to have a date with Ayla, why are you both jumping down my throat? Yes, I’m being a gentleman. Yes, I’m aware that her back is tender. And yes, we had to borrow a pair of your underwear Maize. Can we please get off this mortifying topic, my mother and my sister are the last two people I want to share my sex life with.

I followed Diamond to the elevator. We went up to the top floor where the penthouse was located. The elevator seemed to take forever, and I watched the numbers climb higher and higher. Everything felt different up here on the top floor. The air smelled like expensive perfume. The walls had gold decorations. This was where rich people lived. “Here we are,” Diamond said when we reached a large door at the end of the hallway. She gave me a golden key. “Be fast, Kate. Clean everything perfectly, but don’t take too long. I’ll go back downstairs now.”

The driveway curved in slow elegance, cutting through manicured hedges and marble statues, leading up to an ivory-bricked mansion with sprawling balconies and gold-rimmed windows. I stepped out into the crisp Karen air, adjusting my dress as I did. “Use this.” Phil handed me a golden ticket without even glancing my way. “I’ll meet you inside.” I gave myself a final once-over, brushing invisible dust off my golden dress — floor-length satin, high-slit on the left leg, hugging just tight enough to feel like confidence. My heels matched the gold tones, thin-strapped and dangerously high. The guards at the entrance scanned me up and down.

The condominium that is perhaps built in gold and using gold due to the myriad of glinting gilded furnitures and ephemera surrounding the lobby. As soon as they reached outside, a Lamborghini greeted her. And she was about to have a heart attack when the man opened it and beckoned her to enter. She hoisted her face and looked at the penthouse. Though he’s a dot in the distance, she could clearly see Denver waving a hand to her—somewhat saying “Goodbye for now, dear wife.” Without any ado, Wisdom aboard the Lamborghini and the man drove her towards her cheap apartment that could perhaps be as ten times cheaper than Denver Giordano’s watch.

I still can't believe he got me this. A week after we left Kanla it was fucking hot, and the turtle neck vest I was wearing was driving me crazy. A few days later Killer walked into our hotel room with a bag with the written words- Graff Diamonds. I opened it and there was a choker made of small diamonds and chains that started from the top of my neck resting on my collar bone. Killer went on to explain the many diamonds that were used to make it, and the pure gold which made it light.