Golden Time Novels & Stories

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

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

It was late one Friday evening when everything finally reached another breaking point and brought our hidden war once again into the open. Lucas arrived home earlier than usual, accompanied as usual by Chloe. I was seated comfortably inside the living room, quietly reading a book, dressed simply yet elegantly in soft silk clothing, looking completely composed and unbothered. I heard their voices echoing from the entrance hall — Chloe’s loud, giggling laughter mixed with Lucas’s deep charming tone, clearly both happy, relaxed, and enjoying each other’s company completely. Moments later, they walked together straight into the living room hand‑in‑hand, their fingers tightly locked together, bod

He thought that over and slowly turned around to face her again. “No outside drugs?” “Nope. You can find what you need if you know where to look and know who to ask.” “And here I thought you were on the up and up.” She laughed and shook her head. He stared, he couldn’t help it. Her eyes turned an even more golden color when her smile was like that. “I never said I was. Thought it would be a good way to turn a profit. You know, sell what we traffic.”

she quickly added, "but that's what makes it cool." Oh, yeah. I also don't have the best reputation. But I'm over that. I'm starting anew, right? "Yeah, sure." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and cleared my throat. "So, I've overheard them talking about the last personal object from the Great Witch. A golden trinket. They're going to use it in their ritual to have a stronger connection with her, in order to make this impossible ritual possible," I uttered. When no one spoke, I continued, "This golden trinket is somewhere in the world. And they're determined to find it."

Mommy replied. At that moment, the situation seemed to reverse. It seemed like I was the one who was about to be put on the hot seat, so I decided to change the subject. "Mommy, later after lunch, around 5 or 6 pm, we’re going to Mubarakiya, the gold market I mentioned to you. They also have available gold bars for your collection," I said. I raised an eyebrow and smiled at Kate, and she just laughed because she understood what I was doing.

“—is not who you say she is. You’re trying to wed her to me under false pretenses. Right Alpha Wylder?” The room was deathly silent. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my father’s anxiousness radiating through the air. Darius stepped toward me, his eyes narrowing. “They say the Golden Luna is wolfless.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. My knees trembled, my hands cold as ice. This was it; my deepest shame, laid bare for all to see. “Alpha Darius—” “Silence.” Darius boomed, cutting my father off yet again before he turned to me with a chilling smile.

Everyone over the age of sixteen in the school could smell it, with their enhanced senses. “You forget that I have two children of my own,” he went on, carefully spreading the cream. It was heaven, both his gentle touch and the cooling relief that came with it. Closing my eyes, I fought hard to keep from making an embarrassing sound. Like any wolf, I craved to have contact like this with my own kind. However, no one was allowed to be near me apart from those who were anything but gentle. Moment’s like this were a precious gift from the Goddess.

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade

He had no idea that the industrial solvent, the brass lamp, and the steel calligraphy nibs were already stowed beneath the floorboards in her lower-level quarters. A soft electronic chime signaled the arrival at the executive level. Solid brass doors glided open without a sound, exposing a massive floor bathed in the sharp, clinical glare of late-afternoon sunlight. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, looking down over the gray, sprawling concrete of the financial district.