Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

I had my uncle look up her ID info, and as soon as he checked, it turned out that Lillian is a notorious gold digger! Those around us erupted into murmurs, while Clara crossly held up her phone for everyone to see. "I've gone to so much trouble for you, yet you're being completely ungrateful about it, Nicholas!" Nicholas snatched the phone and stared fixedly at the screen, noting the name Lillian Naughton displayed there. Just as Clara claimed, there were only two individuals by that name—one was the prestigious heiress of the Naughton family, and the other was an infamous marriage fraudster and gold digger.

Alessandro watched as his wife was enjoying a late afternoon swimming. The girls are enjoying the jacuzzi while drinking wine. They are laughing over something while Conrad and Alessandro were busy at the table as Conrad explained to him about the few upgrades on the security system that they needed around the Golden Age company that has lots of spies and assassins. "I'm jealous whenever your wife is close to Jo." Conrad told Alessandro. "Yeah," Alessandro nodded. "They are just so close together." He pointed to the programs. "What did this do?"

And Alexander wasn't a prisoner; he was the Trojan Horse. The "Gilded Handcuffs" were only the beginning. By the time the sun rose over Geneva, Sterling Northwood would realize that he hadn't invited a submissive partner into his home—he had invited the very fire that had burned the Everett Manor to the ground.

~Alex I laughed a little while reading the letter because he probably knew I was going to start to think I was being held prisoner. I walk to the closet, not noticing the door before because of the beds' canopy curtains. It's filled with various dresses and casual clothing items. After showering, I settle for jeans, a t-shirt, and my high-top Converse I found on the shelf with shoes. I walk back into the bedroom and contemplate going down to the garden, but my growling stomach decides for me. I walk to the black double doors and open the right side, peeking out. Sure enough, a man was standing there off to the side. "Um, I think-" my voice cracks, and I blush in embarrassment. "I think I wou

She took her wedding ring, a cheap silver band Julian had picked out in five minutes, and dropped it down the drain. The next night, the Gilded Academy was glowing. Every rich student was there, wearing clothes that cost more than a house. Julian stood on the stage with a microphone. Bianca was tucked under his arm, wearing a sparkling red dress. She looked like she had already won. "Everyone, listen up!" Julian called out. The room went quiet. "Tonight is about the future. And in my future, there is no room for shadows. I am officially announcing my divorce from Ivy Thorne. She was never one of us, and today, she is finally gone."

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

The silk dress, deep scarlet, scandalously low-cut, clinging to every curve like liquid sin had been chosen to be noticed, or perhaps to let her disappear inside someone else’s hungry gaze for a few hours. When she stepped into the VIP section of The Gilded Lily, the sheer decadence of the place hit like a fever dream. The bass throbbed inside her ribcage. The air was thick with expensive cologne, spilled champagne, and inescapably, that same ambergris note that had haunted George’s house. Here, though, it felt predatory instead of domestic. “There she is!” Serena shrieked over the music, sliding a chilled crystal flute of something golden toward her. “Drink up, baby. Tonight we toast the de

Sex-on-the-legs no matter how much my lady bits would want me to keep looking! As soon as I reached the top floor, I realized that finding the Golden Suite wasn't going to be difficult. It was the ONLY suite on the entire floor. I pressed the card against the scanner and grabbed the door handle. "Hello?" I called out cautiously, but no reply came for several heartbeats. Drawing a deep breath, I walked inside. Who would have thought that the Golden Suite was actually... golden? Well, all right, it was white with an excessive amount of golden ornaments, furniture elements, and curtains. Even the pearl-white flooring had specks of gold melted into the stone. For a moment, I wondered if all that

I didn't come from money, so everyone around my rich girlfriend decided I had to be a gold digger. Nobody more than Tristan Reed, her male best friend. He told them he'd been kept by rich women himself, so he understood men like me better than anyone. To prove I wasn't that kind of man, I never accepted a single expensive gift from Vivian Ford during the three years I spent with her. Tristan had an explanation for that too. "He says no out loud, but he's waiting for her to offer something better on her own. It's called playing hard-to-get." Then came Vivian's birthday. I'd saved six months of my salary and bought her a necklace. I was almost at the door of the private room when I hear