Golden Time Novels & Stories

Shannon noticed that I looked rather upset, so she asked quickly, "What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" I smiled and shook my head as I went back to how I had been earlier. After that, Shannon handed me a gift. "Have a look and see if you like it." I did not hesitate to take it and opened it at once. It was a watch. "I was invited to a jewelry exhibition last month, and the organizer suddenly g-gave it to me. I feel that it suits you, but I just didn't get the chance to give it to you. If you don't like it, then j-just find a place, since I—"

Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.” “The man in orange is bad, Goldie. You need to punish him, or else,” The voice from the speaker says in a reprimanding manner, almost like scolding a child. Goldie groans. He staggers as he tries to stand up straight. Leonardo watches him with his guard up, steadily walking backwards. He wasn’t sure what they were planning with Goldie, but it does not look appealing.

We laughed together. Yes of course, Geoffrey of the triples was the only one who treated me like a brother. He was the eldest, the one to go out first, then followed by Gerald and Geronimo. I was thankful I was on his good side. He is a very nice brother to me, every time Gerald and Geronimo bullied me, he'll be there scolding them. He'd be there reminding my father that I was still his son, he'd be there reminding my brothers that I was full of use.

“Are you doing something special for her? I know she doesn’t drink much and you don’t drink at all, but I bet she still wants to celebrate.” “I…” I feel my face flush. “I didn’t even realize it was June. Uh, what is a golden birthday?” “That’s when your age matches the date you were born. Kas is turning twenty-one. Her birthday is on the twenty-first.” Diane smiles. “Delilah is still on maternity leave, but I bet she would love to make a cake if you ask her.” “Yeah, I’ll probably do that.” My mind races. I have to do something special for Kas. She hates when I give her gifts. “Actually, Diane, do you think she would let you babysit while I take her off territory?”

She said it the way people say good morning — reflexively, without particular malice. “I’m twenty-six, Mother.” “In Ashford years, that’s practically a ruin.” Eleanor set down her coffee. Outside the tall windows, the grounds crew was trimming the topiary — a row of perfect spheres that her grandfather had commissioned in 1962 and that no one had ever had the courage to change. Eleanor had always found them oppressive, those spheres. They were not quite anything. They were not trees. They were not art. They were just money’s way of gesturing at nature and saying: I have tamed you.

“Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?” “Technically yes,” He chuckled, “but we’re not really heading towards the goal of human discovery but a desperate need to find a cure for this epidemic.” “I see,” I thought of spending more time with my family. It was selfish but I can’t help but think about the ways I could be able to be with them again. The final running of programs are finished and right on cue, the countdown chimed telling everyone to settle to their stations. Louie and I stood behind a thick screen of glass along scientists jutting down notes.

I couldn’t help but relax in the warm atmosphere, they had set a spot for dinner, surrounded by scented candles. He drops tiny kisses on my neck, his big arms wrapping around my torso possessively, “I want you to feed you while you have your bath. I know your hands and legs are tired.” “I can eat on my own,” I answered him coldly, “You also prepared fresh meat and bane.” “They’re for Golden, he has been a good boy lately. He deserves to consume some fresh meat to boost his energy. Don’t you think I deserve some reward for thoughtfulness?”

The Great Hall of the Silver Fang felt entirely different under the pale gold light of the morning sun. For eighteen years, its vaulted ceilings had trapped the cold, oppressive shadows of secrets and stolen power; now, through the high stained-glass windows, daylight washed over the polished stone floors, cutting through centuries of gloom.

Punny weaklings they are. I venture into the throne room. It's as marvellous as ever. Completely golden decorated. I've since tender age termed it the golden room. It's window golden painted, curtain golden material, ceilings golden crafted, bulbs also golden crafted and the air conditioner no different. All pure gold. The floor are golden tiled, chairs golden material decorated and the table is golden glassy. Every decorate ornaments or portraits are also golden color. None is different or an exemption. Feels extremely great all are soon to be mine.

Golden eyes sparkled like a puppy who had seen a treat. I subconsciously nodded my head. Golden handed me a nude exposing dress which I wore and shoved me onto a chair. In less than twenty minutes she had already done her magic again and I looked so beautiful, older and sexier. "Don't be anxious ok. You are lucky you know. Boss pays good so you will definitely get enough money today just like yesterday"Golden said with glee as she observed my tensed expression. "He just likes your pretty face that's all. Don't feel special"Violetta shrugged her shoulders.