Goldenboy Novels & Stories

Kaze paid seven billion dollars for the Golden Toad, and now he was selling it to Aiden for an extra billion dollars. It was daylight robbery. “Eight billion dollars? I can’t believe you, Lee.” Joan approached and helped Aiden up while persuading him, “The bastard’s trying to trick you, Mr. Krad. Don’t fall for it. “If you love gems, Marlboro in Gem City has everything you need. I’ll go with you to pick out one. “He can break the Golden Toad for all we care. He’s just wasting his own money.” Assuming Aiden was getting carried away by the rivalry, Joan urged him not to let Kaze manipulate him.

Oliver asked, holding a bottle of water in his hands. "Who is that?" Damon asked upon hearing Oliver's voice. "No one, it's the delivery guy; I totally forgot to sign." I quickly chipped in. I ran to Oliver and grabbed his mouth while begging him to shut up. He yanked my hands off his mouth while he licked his lips. He tried to talk again, but I had already escaped to the room with the gift box, shut the door, and sighed in relief. "Are you still there, Charm?" "Of course, I'm about to unbox the gift." I quickly tore the ribbon off and opened the box to see a beautiful Tiffany diamond jewelry.

Felix introduced enthusiastically. Byron added, "Mr. Gold is a wealthy businessman from Aston. He owns half the shops in Centropolis, and has vast overseas assets and investment funds. If he weren’t so low-key, he'd definitely be on the Forbes Billionaires List every year." Frederick smiled politely. "Mr. Gold, you look barely over thirty. Truly impressive!" A beautiful woman nearby with a noticeable baby bump snorted disdainfully, "My husband is too kind-hearted, always bringing all sorts of riffraff to his side. Don’t think saying a few nice words will make you part of our family!"

“But I hear she is wolfless. How then can your wolf be drawn to hers?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to waver. “I’m led to believe her situation is temporary,” I replied. “She is a Golden Luna, after all. The lateness of her wolf—it’s merely an eccentricity. One I hope to rectify and utilize for our benefit. As my pack seeks to rise again, I hope we can continue to count Pack Darthrow as our firm allies.”

I swear I didn't take anything! I snatched my watch from his grasp and pointed to the bling. "Each one of these diamonds is worth 10 million bucks, Henry. You're in deep trouble." In the chaos of his panic, Henry blurted out something stupid in front of Rowena. "Ms. Smith, I'm begging you. Please help me. Jayden and Clara were an item for four years. They're still not over each other. "He's all wrong for you. If you choose me, I'll be loyal, I promise!"

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

He reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a heavy, bespoke gold coin—a minted token stamped with the crest of the Blackwood Global Financial Consortium, reserved exclusively for billion-dollar institutional transactions. With lazy, effortless grace, Brandon flicked the gold coin through the air. CLINK. The heavy gold coin landed directly in the dirty gutter water, bouncing right against Dane's wet, muddy shoe. "Keep digging, beggar," Brandon said, his voice dropping into a deep, booming timbre that carried across the entire courtyard with absolute, chilling authority. He looked down at Dane as if he were looking at a corpse rotting on the roadside. "That coin is worth more than your entir

she shouted in gold, fake Bronx-gold accent, "I also gold! I also crib! I bought gold crib from A****n R45k! Same as your R499 crib! I am long first too!" 58 women looked. Two golds. Original gold crib from 12 weeks with R499 money vs copy gold crib A****n R45k Girl? question mark. Mrs. Johnson stood at our gate with T****k live now 42 million viewers. "Green is money, pink is love, white is lie, gold is copy," she shouted. She pointed to Vanessa's $2,500 tag. "That gold never slept floor 9 days. That gold never kept 110 to 140 heartbeat in bra then hand. That gold never wore $10 thrift yellow crop top with $2 mango fruit."

Satisfied, she dusted the spine of the calfskin volume with a fine layer of powdered resin, laid a thin strip of pure gold leaf over the raised leather band, and pressed the hot brass tool firmly onto the spine. A faint, sweet aroma of heated leather and melting resin rose into the air. When June lifted the iron tool and swept away the excess gold flake with a soft badger-hair brush, a brilliant, perfect golden oak leaf gleamed against the dark, hand-dressed leather. "A master's touch, Mrs. Vance." June looked up, a bright, luminous smile breaking across her face.