Novel & Cerita Hearts Of Gold Book

"Alpha... No. Ainsley Williams, I know you're the Alpha of the Litha Night Walker Pack, but that doesn't mean you can insult me at will," Gold said, her voice sharp with defiance. She stood tall, almost arrogantly, as she addressed him. "You're in the Scarlet Heart Club now. No matter who you are, you must follow the rules here."

I came to a stop right before golden doors, large and mighty, hiding away evil men. Many hearts could be heard from the other side. I gave one push, the door opening with me walking further in. The hearts were beating frantically, sure they would drop dead just from the fear that was filling every part of their body. I stormed , letting my presence be known.

The wound had been deep, I remembered the pain. My eyes fell on the book Dien had left behind. It was bound in ancient leather, its pages yellowed with age. "Supernatural Beings: The Lost Histories of Werewolf Kind" was etched in fading gold letters on the spine. My hands trembled as I opened it to where Dien had been reading. The chapter title made my heart stop: "The Golden Wolves of the Ancient World." In all my years of reading about werewolves, I'd never encountered anything about golden wolves. I devoured the words on the page, each sentence making my breath come faster. Golden hair that seemed to glow... heightened senses beyond even normal werewolves... extraordinary healing abilitie

The red silhouette long sleeved gown she was wearing, complimented her shape perfectly. Auntie Laurel ordered the maids to take my bags to the room she had specially prepared for me. Although, I couldn’t wait to check out the room, she insisted on showing me off to her book club friends. She took my hands and led me to the back of the big building which I remembered used to be a playground, except it wasn’t anymore. It was now a big shed where rich folks dined and talked about books they don’t even like, just to show off. Four women were sitted under the shed, the affluence evident in the way they discussed.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

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.

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES

He wasn't supposed to be here—not while the Council had eyes on every alleyway—but the ledgers didn't lie, and the ledger spoke of an impossible amount of wealth vanishing into the dark. "Stay close," Bernard whispered to the shadow at his shoulder. Julian, his face obscured by a rough-spun cowl, nodded once. His hand didn't stray far from his blade. "If this source is as deep as you say, Bernard, we aren't just looking for gold," Julian muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant rumble of the city’s drainage systems. "We’re looking for the heart." "Exactly," Bernard snapped, ducking into a recessed archway as a group of scavengers passed by, their eyes vacant and their hands staine

she teases, nudging me playfully with her elbow. Huang grunts as he stares out the window, hands on his waist. "These royals are at it again," he begins, his eyes straying to his wife seated afar off, hands meticulously fitting a dress. "They never seem to stop." Curiosity piqued, I stand from the couch and walk to the window, peering over Huang's shoulder to catch sight of some guards patrolling the streets. "What are they up to?" I ask. "Harvesting Embers," Maryl sighs from behind. "But they won't find any. They've scared them all off."

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.