Golden Time Novels & Stories

Britney said, already guessing what Quinten was thinking from his expression. Quinten sighed. "Dad, decisions have to be made! Even if we were good to them, they wouldn't be grateful." Britney also stopped persuading him too much. At this point, it was best to let him think and calm down on his own. Turn around, take the door of the study, and return to the bedroom. As it approached eleven o'clock in Goldmoor, the haze dispersed and there were signs of warming temperatures. The three-month-long cold spell was greeted by the first ray of sunlight. The sun in this season was warm and gentle, not scorching at all.

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.

Streaks of light sneaked into the room through the gap in the edges of the curtain like dancing golden ribbons; it gently graced the two people who were snuggled blissfully in each other’s embrace. It seemed like there was no room for a third person in this blissful world. The golden ribbons didn’t want to give up just like that. It increased its warmth and brightness gently dancing on their faces.

"This is our family's trusted secretary. He's been protecting my family's wealth for decades." "Oh." Keira's eyes widened. "You are rich, Mom?" she asked. "Yes. In fact," Henry spoke, "the Golden Age was funded by them before it was even on top." "Oh," Keira exclaimed. "So..." She waited for her mother. "I will tell you the rest later. But I want you to greet him. This is Carter."

Chapter 22: The Sterling Rebirth The silence following the collapse of the Morningstar was not the peaceful quiet of a resolved conflict; it was the eerie, pressurized stillness that precedes a tectonic shift. In the heart of the Atuabo Processing Plant, the violet glare of the "Golden Crown" had been replaced by a soft, natural amber glow. The subsonic hum that had held the world’s psyche in a vice for forty-eight hours had evaporated, leaving the air smelling of ozone and tropical rain.

it showed my broad shoulders and my neck, I sat in the room getting ready for the dinner, my hair was curled in loss waves, with two strands pulled back, I went with long gold earring with hanging shimmering straps and a simple bracelet to match it. My makeup was light and mainly nude, the only exception was the winged eyeliner that made my sleepy eyes the star of the show, with soft gold eye color and pinkish nude my look was done, I looked at myself in my reflection and I was pretty amazed, I looked good, my gaze fell down my neck and I saw the empty spot on my neck were my mate should one day mark me, I felt my heart hurting at the memories that flashed in front of my eyes, it was this ve

"She is upset and does not want to come back out. I have tried." "Can someone tell me what is going on?" I heard Huw clear his throat, "I asked Tyler why the house is the colour of our wolves. Apparently, all protectors have had the same colour wolves throughout history." I nodded my head in acknowledgment. "Go on," I prompted. "I have been doing some research and found that a gold wolf is paired with a silver wolf once every one thousand years and that it's both a blessing and a curse," Tyler finished. And there it is, ladies and gentlemen, the one word that caused Emily to go into hiding, leaving Prim in control.

I say, through a forced smile. I don't know why he frowns when I say this, but he does. When he opens his mouth to say something, Lauren's return interrupts him. " That was my wedding planner, reminding me about our rehearsals for our dance." " Oh, right. When is it again?" " Around 1, it won't clash with your business meeting, right?" Lauren asks dad. " No, my meeting is around half past 3." " Well good, then we have some time. Oh, Daniella is on her way." She perks up.

“The woman wants really simple and classic settings and materials – platinum with inlaid slim bands of gold – but she wants things etched inside the rings.” “What kinds of things?” he asked her, intrigued.

In the end, my grandfather was the one who had led Skymex Group to its current glory in his youth, propelling himself as the richest man of Adonia. That was why everyone in the hall recognized him and knew about his legend. And given everything he did since he arrived, everyone in the hall now understood that I was the real grandson of Miles Langford—and Harold was the gigolo who was being sponsored. That was why they were all looking at him in disgust right then. "What? Harold Langford is really a gigolo! How desperate do those women have to be to get a sugar baby like that?" "Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family