Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

CASSY The Gilded Cage doesn't look like a place where desperate girls sell their souls. It looks like a five-star hotel. All marble and gold, ambient lighting that probably costs more per fixture than my current monthly rent, doormen in actual uniforms who open the doors with white-gloved hands and don't meet your eyes. The kind of place I used to walk into without a second thought, back when I had a trust fund and a last name that meant something. Now I'm here to auction off the only thing I have left.

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

A dozen elite Silver Crescent enforcers stood outside the glass doors, their dark suits concealing silver-tipped weapons, their eyes scanning the pristine street. "Everything here is top of the line," Duncan said, watching her as she walked slowly through the kitchen, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the counters. He had a strange, eager look in his grey eyes, a look she had never seen during their five years of marriage. He looked like a man trying to buy his way out of an execution. "The ingredients are flown in daily from the southern valleys. The security grid is linked directly to my penthouse. It is ten times larger than that broken-down shed in the mountains, Amora. Oscar Wayne c

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

Ring. Ring... The golden coloured telephone with a round dial ringed repeatedly. The ring of the telephone was louder, so Akshara could hear from her room which was located just above the room of her godmother, Nicoria. Akshara peeped out of her room and examined who was calling. The telephone ringed continuously, it turned out to be no one was willing to pick the telephone. Akshara tiptoed with her soft feet and passed the room of her godmother. The room was the godmother was remained shut just like five hours before.