Golden Time Novels & Stories

This goes on for an hour or so before she visibly relaxes and her eyes open, returning to their normal golden color, then fluttering closed. "It will be best for her to stay in for a little bit longer and for you to start training her to handle these episodes as they will become more frequent. Most younglings learn to handle these episodes in school, and, unfortunately for her, she will have to learn as they come. With all due respect, she is a lot like you. Especially, for her episode to be this bad and come on this soon, before her 16th birthday." As much as I hate to admit it, the elder is right, and I feel bad that Naomi is at a disadvantage compared to AJ, who had time to learn how to h

He asked softly. "Ugh, didn't the last heart to heart settle this? Didn't I just have this meltdown? Deja Vu, huh? What's the half-life of gold?" Tony asked casually. "W-well, if you mean gold's only non-radioactive isotope, gold one-ninety seven, then it's stable. It doesn't have a definitive half-life." "Very good. Now, what's around my neck?" "Oh ha-ha a gold chain-" "-Yup a gold chain. If you were able to weave our legend into a substance as stable and precious as gold, then our legend is stable and precious as well," Tony chimed in calmly.

As expected, Gillian's house was a blast. His house was a futuristic style house. It wasn't large or close to the size of a mansion, but it was considerably big and painted gold. Literally, the house was polished with metallic gold paint. Along with the printed glasses, it gave the house a luxurious exterior appearance. When I got inside, I wasn't disappointed. I already had my guess that Gillian was clean, but the house helped me confirm it. The interior was neatly arranged and the rose gold glitter wall paint was spotless. Gillian probably had a thing for the word "gold" because his furniture was metallic white gold.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

She’ll sleep better like this. I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third-degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.

Cecelia's POV Golden had been asleep for an hour while Zeke knocked softly on our bedroom door. I'd been reading in the chair beside Golden's small bed watching him breathe peacefully when Zeke poked his head in. "Come with me," he whispered while gesturing toward the hallway. "I have something planned." I stood carefully while not wanting to wake Golden. He'd had a good day today, his color was better while the blue light under his skin had barely flickered at all. The doctor said the Alpha essence treatments were working while Golden's body was stabilizing.

I decide to text my parents. Golden: Dad, can you please bring me something to eat? - Goldie Dad: What do you want? Golden: Burger king Dad: Okay Golden: Thank you I get up and head to my bathroom; I need to shower and then deal with my thoughts. I’m going to light a nice scented candle, apply a good soothing mask and put on some good music. I guess my self-care Sunday is starting early. As soon as the food arrives I will be set. It’s a vibe.

Heavier. "What do you want me to tell him?" Morrow asked. "Tell him you need more time to consider." "And then?" "And then do nothing," I said. "Until I tell you otherwise." I ended the call. Set the phone down on the desk. Outside the window Stone City was waking up. The sky was pale grey bleeding slowly into blue. Somewhere beyond the estate walls markets were opening. Buses were filling. The city was performing its daily routine of noise and motion and carefully managed chaos.

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

He roared, "Stop wasting time! It's Bone-Rotting Elixir, and the only thing that can save me is golden juice. Just get me the golden juice, now!" Kaden hesitated, looking stunned. "Golden juice? Are you sure that's the cure, Mr. Golding?" Elon glared at him, his anger boiling over. "Of course, I'm sure! Do you think I'd joke about my own life? Just get me the damn golden juice, and once I'm safe, I'm going to make that little bastard pay for this!" Kaden still did not move, his face filled with hesitation. "Mr. Golding, I'm afraid this poison might be… better left untreated."