I Am Golden Novels & Stories

they're both "Silver and Gold," I whisper. My sluggish struggle is futile, "Silver and Gold!" Silver and Gold. Silver and Gold. Silver and- Silver chains. Golden eyes. Golden blades. Golden hair. Kennedy. Eamonn. Luna. A pup. A Wolf. A mother. A Heat. Toothed necklace....Hendrick... hatred. Jayden... traitor.

" I am wiser than before and I know gold when I found it and you are just golden. " "The question remains, do you want to be in a relationship with you because I'm confused? Your behavior confuses me and I'm not saying yes or no either." " Then what are you saying ? " © #KCMmuoe

- Yes… - You remember the logo you saw inside of it? - A golden serpent! Yes! - Well that's the logo of Glykon. A company working for the mafia. Do you know who Glykon is? - A Greek goddess I suppose - Yes, it's a snake goddess. In his human form, Glykon would carry a golden shield. - Gosh… you mean… - The secret illegal filial of Golden Shield is Glykon. Goldman was audacious enough to do illegal stuff in my territory, under my eyes. This audacity cannot be out of bravery.

"Us, I know that, but-" "-Gold is very stable, as I've said in the past. No matter the shape it's in, it's equally valuable. This chain… is a physical representation of what we have between us- our dynamic and promises in crystalline form, there in the stone. This set together should tell you, so long as yer honest, it doesn't matter if you stumble down a whole flight of steps, I'll have yer back- not that I want you takin' a spill down the steps, please don't do that, haha." Since he'd never been good at 'talks', he had to try to add some comic relief.

Little does she know, the tempest is already within these walls. I accelerate, the roar of the engine drowning out the whispers of doubt. My hands tighten on the wheel. Isabelle. That’s where I’m headed. My first Golden Girl, and sometimes also my biggest headache. Isabelle “Izzy” Known to the elite clientele of Club Gold as the “Golden Girl,” she’s been with me for six years. She’s stunning, intelligent, and commands a premium for her… companionship. She knows the secrets of the city’s power brokers, the desires of the wealthy, and the whispers that can make or break fortunes. She’s valuable, invaluable. And how she sounded over the phone, she’s about to make my life a whole lot more compli

I am a track and field athlete, so I have to stay in shape, same applies for my siblings. Chris is a basketball player. My two little siblings, who are also twins, also play sports. Louis plays soccer and Olivia plays volleyball. My mom isn't really into sports, but she plays golf during her mom's club every Saturday, and my dad played hockey. It's time for my brother to become the alpha, and I hold my necklace, the necklace my dad gave me. He gave the necklace to all my siblings. It's a green moonstone, and it's so beautiful. I hold back my tears. I will not cry today, not today.

“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.

“It means this, my darling , you are not gold to be dug by others. You are the gold maker. Your value comes from within.” THE END

He's already filthy rich. "What? Are you planning to kill me? Go ahead, do it. I have nothing to gain here. Why am I even here, playing your ridiculous game? You're like a child seeking attention from his parents—" "Where are the Gold?" My forehead creased again. "Gold? What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you looking for gold from me? Do I look like a gold digger to you?" "Where are the gold, Avimayor?" I scoffed. "Why are you asking me about gold? Are you losing your—"

Tyr Taking a deep breath, I lace my fingers behind my back and walk over to the window. The city sparkles below my high-rise apartment. I suppose it's what some might call a beautiful scene. I wouldn't know. Nothing brings me pleasure anymore. I won't be happy until I have one thing in particular. It's been five years since I haven't been able to focus on anything but the Golden Coin. At this point I eat, sleep, and breathe it. And I almost had it too.