I Am Golden Novels & Stories

It was late August, the light turning golden and emphatic. Does what bother me? The — disparity. The obvious disparity. You mean that you’re rich and I’m not. I mean that your entire workshop probably costs less than my car. Your car gets thirty-one miles to the gallon, he said. Mine gets nineteen. So in some metrics, you’re ahead. Daniel.

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.”

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

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

But Marc Goldwin, one of the two golden bachelors of Alina City, is ACTUALLY into THAT! 'No, no, no. That's just unbelievable! It's totally impossible!' 'Wait, maybe my brain is not properly working... Must be....' 'Haha, most likely I'm hallucinating badly today. I think I have to set an appointment with a psychiatrist... I hope Dr. Morris doesn't have many girls like me queuing in front of his clinic...'

“It’s just how you’re made.” Twenty seconds later we’re outside, sitting next to the empty pool with our feet dangling into the hole. “Why did you want me here?” I ask at last. “You don’t want my blood, you don’t want my body…why am I here?” “It pisses Aldric off.” “That’s not the reason,” I say and lean forward, staring at a rotting puddle of water. “What is the real reason? The me the truth.” “You are the last of the golden children,” he replies. “It would be a shame to see something happen to you.”

“Who is Gold? Who is Amelia?” Amelia immediately straightened her back, eager to answer. "I’m Amelia!" Gold, however, looked at Amelia with a sense of disdain, her eyes narrowing as she took in the woman’s nervous, eager expression. I don't think the Alpha of the Litha Night Walker Pack would choose a woman like her. Gold thought, sneering inwardly. But despite her judgment, she stepped forward. "I’m Gold," she announced, her voice sultry and confident, her eyes never leaving Ainsley.

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

She would remark sarcastically that men should buy their girlfriends gifts to make them happy, and that it was their duty. Despite this, she had described me as a leech. As an heiress from the upper class of Jetland, Tessa was worth tens of billions of dollars. I thought of the list of presents that she had prepared for Zeke Palmer. I thought of my mother, who had been tormented by her disease and had passed away in great pain because we hadn't had the money for treatment. I did not want to face Tessa for a single moment longer. I had just got up to leave when there was a noise at the door once more.

I pulled my scratchy blanket a little closer and whispered to myself, "One day, I’ll make sure Mama will never lift another pan again. One day, Nick will no longer say I'm serious when he thinks about me. One day, all of this hard time will be worthwhile, worth gold!" Until then, I fight for my silver shoe. I will keep working hard for my own success. Because that is what Brooklyn girls do!