Golden Terrace Novel Novels & Stories

PERFECT ILLUSION ROMAN'S POV The penthouse felt colder than usual tonight. I stood on the terrace with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring out at the glittering New York skyline. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the Santorini photo Derek had thrown at me, Noelle’s face in that black bikini, my lips on her neck. The pure, private moment he had tainted with his jealousy.

Gabriel stood beside the car with a trench coat draped over his arm. He stepped forward and gently placed it over my shoulders. I turned back to look at the courthouse and gave it a small nod. "It's over." "Then, shouldn't we talk about what comes next?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" "For example… considering becoming Mrs. York not only in name?" He slipped a velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. My eyes promptly fell on a pink diamond ring nestled inside.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

The certainty didn’t hurt the way it should have. It terrified her how much it didn’t. He looked at her like he wanted to say something else. Something dangerous. Something irreversible. Instead, he stepped back. Distance slotted into place like armor. “Go inside,” he said. “You first.” A beat. He turned and walked toward the tower doors. She watched him disappear into Briarcrest’s mouth of glass and light. The banner still burned above the atrium when she entered later, their names fused in gold. Moore / Calder.

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

Her mood sank to a new low. After returning to the house and sitting for a while, she asked Frederick for the receipt from the Gilded Tower and set out with Lulu to collect the jewelry Kyle had ordered for her. The Gilded Tower was quite large, with two connected storefronts and both a ground floor and an upper floor. The name of the store was simply "Gilded Tower." They sold not only gold jewelry, but also other types of precious gems and ornaments. The designs were decent, though they couldn't quite compare to those of the Golden Tower.

Terrace. Her heart instantly began to hammer a frantic rhythm. She quickly stripped off her restrictive corporate clothes and slipped the crimson gown over her head. The silk pooled around her body, fitting her curves with absolute, terrifying perfection. She pinned her dark hair up into an elegant, messy twist, applied a swipe of red lipstick, and walked out to the massive glass doors that led out to the wrap-around penthouse terrace. She pushed the heavy glass open and stepped out into the biting November air. Hazel completely lost her breath.

Inside, a diamond earring shimmered in the afternoon sun—a unique, high-end piece that screamed of wealth. "Care to explain how this luxurious earring ended up at a blood-stained crime scene in a low-rent hotel?" Cliffer asked. "And don't play dumb with me, Jessica. I know about your constant visits to Mama G. I know about your obsession with Isabella Sterling. I know you were looking for dirt, and I think you found something you couldn't handle." Jessica’s face went from flushed to a ghostly, chalky white. She stared at the earring, her breath hitching in her throat.

'' He said smiling and motioning her to follow him, and she could almost thank him for being the first person to speak to her with a little warmth in his voice, also the first to smile at her, in a very long time. They got into the lift and stepped off at the pent house. ''HOUSE OF PERCOVE'' was written in gold at the entrance of the floor, and Weruche felt a little reassured, perhaps Karis wanted to sign her up as a model, she had been approach by scouting agents in the past who had declared she had all it took to make it into mainstream modeling, she had never even mentioned it to her mama, or her step father, it had been out of the question then. She also felt a little disappointed.

Chapter 13 Lanie stood with her back to him, quivering slightly with anticipation. She heard a clicking sound as he opened the box, and then nothing for a few seconds. Something cold slithered around her neck, and she gasped, looking down. A gold collar with a single emerald in the center rested around her neck. Diamonds surrounded the emerald. Reflexively, she tugged at it. “Take it off.” “Relax.” He pulled her hand away, holding it at her side. “It’s just on loan from the Harry Winston store in the hotel.” Jason caressed her wrist. “Besides, it has a theft-proof clasp. You’ll never be able to take it off yourself.”