Goldenboy Novels & Stories

Her mood sank to a new low. After returning to the house and sitting for a while, she asked Frederick for the receipt from the Gilded Tower and set out with Lulu to collect the jewelry Kyle had ordered for her. The Gilded Tower was quite large, with two connected storefronts and both a ground floor and an upper floor. The name of the store was simply "Gilded Tower." They sold not only gold jewelry, but also other types of precious gems and ornaments. The designs were decent, though they couldn't quite compare to those of the Golden Tower.

Gwen said. “The Golden Rattle?” I repeated. “Yeah. They have the best stuff and their online reviews are all praises.” Turns out The Golden Rattle was a one-stop shop for baby and toddler stuff. They sold luxury items like cashmere booties, organic skincare for newborns, and limited-edition nursery décor. They even sold literal gold-plated rattles. It was overwhelming.

Her thin, pale fingers reached behind her neck and unclasped a silver chain, revealing a polished emerald pendant. It was a rich green, smooth and warm against my skin, carrying a quiet, reassuring glow. With trembling hands, she fastened the chain around my neck. "This pendant was given to me by your grandmother, a blessing for a lifetime of peace. "I'm giving it to you now. I don’t wish for you to be rich or powerful—only to live a safe and peaceful life." There was sorrow in her gaze—the kind only a mother would have in her final moments, knowing she was about to leave her child behind.

“Don’t worry about anything, baby. I’ve got everything figured out.” And I did. This was easy. I’d already greased the palms of every security guy following my Rhodium. Bought and paid for. Loyalty always came with a price tag—and I paid well. Rhodium was smaller than gold, the bars more compact, easier to move even with large quantities. I had no doubt this was going to pay off. Tenfold. Silver and I had planned this for days. The people moving the crates were already on standby. After a while, Kaylee broke the silence. “Are you sure we’re on the right path?”

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

"Caroline! You can't leave! Hailey's sick now, and the doctor said the full treatment will cost at least thirty thousand. You have a job now, so you need to chip in!" I looked at the woman in front of me with disgust. Only at times like this did she suddenly start talking about 'family bonds.' Ashton turned and gently pried Mom's tight grip off my arm. "Mrs. Fisher, Caroline has her own career and life now. As for Hailey's illness, it has nothing to do with her, and she has no responsibility over it." … With everything settled, I felt exhausted. After returning to my apartment, I passed out for a whole day.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Coming from a poor background, everyone in Carl Humphry's circle assumes I'm a gold digger. Especially his best friend, Miriam Briggs. She claims she used to be one herself, so she knows my kind all too well. Desperate to prove them wrong, I spend three years with Carl without accepting a single expensive gift. Miriam just scoffs. "She says no, but deep down, she's just waiting for the man to make the first move and offer her something better. It's the classic play-hard-to-get routine." Then comes Carl's birthday. I've saved up for six months to buy him a watch. As I approach the private room, I hear Miriam laughing inside. "I told you she'd buy something pricey. Classic gold-digger mo

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."

I have almost full Tiffen box left. "What Mathew?" I asked. "Last minute booking for the golden cabin," he said stressing every word. Damn. Looks like we don't have much time. So we need to first arrange that cabin properly for the customer. "Fine.. me and Alisha would make sure everything is under control," I said more in a professional tone closing my Tiffen box. Looks like, my pullav should wait for me. Golden cabin is the one sole thing which Smits powerful aura of the entire restaurant. There was 5 silver cabins which would many billionaires use for some meetings. And this golden cabin is only one. It's very rare that someone books.