Goldenboy Novels & Stories

"There's a group chat in my circle. Yesterday, someone mentioned that the Golden Prime Auction was starting. They even posted the auction list. Guess what I saw? Moon's Tear!" Felix was instantly excited. Moon's Tear was the final herb—or rather, fruit—he needed to treat Curtis. When fully ground, it formed a single drop of water, hence the name. "Are you sure?" Wendy nodded hard. "Absolutely! I did some digging. This Golden Prime Auction is super high-end and held once a year in Yartford. Only the truly rich and powerful can get the tickets. Everything there is guaranteed to be authentic. No doubt about it."

My grandfather called out, making me refocus my glare to the man who'd been suspiciously quiet for the past twenty minutes now—almost as if he was on the edge for making something go wrong. Or maybe perhaps he was now at the round table in the DaSilvers Mansion with his wife. “Ah, yes, Don Silver.” Salvatore finally responded, plastering a smile as he turned to scan the faces around, swallowing when he met my icy gaze. “About the wedding…we agree to your terms. All preparations have already been handed over to your organisers. The Morettis will just tighten the security with ours and invite my investors to make the connections bigger between our families.”

She wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The grand hall of the Lancaster Estate shimmered in golden light as guests flowed in, the chandeliers casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The air buzzed with hushed conversations, glasses clinking as the city’s elite mingled, whispering about the triumphant return of Lancaster Tech Innovations and the formidable woman behind its revival.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

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—"

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

The emerald cufflinks gleamed softly in the dim light, drawing whispers from the crowd. "They're absolutely gorgeous! Even if we can't buy them, just seeing them today is worth it!" "Yeah, I wonder who'll win them. They're incredibly rare!" Sitting in the corner, Jack kissed the woman's cheek and said, "It's just $30 million. Babe, I know you can afford it." I recognized the woman. If I was not mistaken, she was Vanessa Gordon, the Gordon family's illegitimate daughter. Although she was officially acknowledged as a member of the Gordon family a few years ago, she actually had little authority.

"Ask me something easier next time." "Fine." I crossed my arms, mostly to give my hands something to do besides fidget. "Favorite color." "Now that's easier." His grin came back, softer than before. "Gold." He said it looking directly at my eyes, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck before I could stop it. "That's not fair," I said. "Never claimed to play fair." He sat up, closer now than he'd been a minute ago, close enough that I could smell sandalwood again, the same scent that had clung to his jacket. "You're blushing."

Strength she shouldn’t have. Gus reached into his shirt and pulled out a thin gold chain. A teardrop ruby pendant caught the filtered light and burned like a drop of blood. Kaela’s breath stopped. She knew that necklace. He placed it in her open palm. She turned it over. The engraving on the back was exactly as she remembered. **ARGENTUM LUNA.** Silver Moon. “Where did you get this?” Her voice came out thin. “Auction,” Gus said lightly. “Fancy one. Didn’t bid for it myself, of course.”