I Am Golden Novels & Stories

“I figured I’d have a little more fun than just a simple spanking tonight, if that’s okay with you. What’s your safeword, Maise?” “Golden,” I blurted. I was morbidly curious and practically vibrating with anticipation.

Pushing him away and stepping back “Fuck.. look I don’t want to be here, just let me go”. His expression turned cold again. “ welp you can’t leave Goldie-“ “ my name isn’t fucking Goldie I’m Gwen” I had gold colored hair,it stood out to a lot of people, full Lucious wavy golden hair,it was about waist length, without any extensions, it brightened my blue eyes in such a beautiful way, I was beautiful but life decided to fuck me over so I had to be a fucking stripper to pay off enough bills.

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

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!

"Someone else." Ethan felt his heart squeezing. "Everyone else, I'm Blake Thompson. Quarterback. Golden boy. Whatever," Blake went on, letting out a quiet bitter laugh. "But with you…" He looked up at Ethan. "I can just be myself." Ethan didn't know what to say to that, so instead, he moved his hand slowly over the bleacher until his fingers touched Blake's. Blake looked at him immediately, and their hands touched, none of them pulling away. For a few moments, that was all they needed.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.