Kamar Gold Novels & Stories

Fake flames flickered and CGI logs crackled, emitting a nice, warm heat. The hallway ended at two huge ass golden doors. A doorman opened those golden arches when Amber and the Head Goddess’s heels came echoing down the oddly quiet hallway. No sounds of music or raucous laughter erupted from the Godwin penthouse. Maybe they were just waiting for her for the party to fucking begin.

Princess Kamara opened the door and walked inside. Her first thought is that nothing has changed about the Golden Chambers even after six months. Still as beautiful, as masculine, as intimidating as ever. King Lucien looked up from the scroll he was writing and saw her. She curtsied for him, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

The heat prickled on my skin. Kamari drew another arrow and aimed it at his heart. He stopped screaming the moment the weapon pierced him and he fell to the ground. Dead. “The coast is clear,” Halle said, blood on the side of her lips as she pulled back her claws. She was a shapeshifter. “For now,” Kamari stated, gesturing towards the throne. “You said you had an idea?” Right! I rushed over and knelt beside the throne. My hands studied the diamond combinations I had seen earlier.

Karen The room was clearly built to impress anyone who looked at it. A red silk canvas with gold decorations hung on the walls, golden candlesticks of various sizes were placed around the entire length of the large room, the candlelight giving off a soft glow, while the floor was covered with colorful tiles depicting the Westwood Crest, a sliver of a blue crescent moon.

Roberrick stood before the imposing golden doors that guarded his most prized possession – the fabled Golden Room. Its enigmatic allure had fueled his ambition for years, and now, he was finally here, on the threshold of his desires. He carefully turned the intricate key in the lock, the soft click echoing in the hushed corridor. With a gentle push, the doors swung open, revealing a room that gleamed with opulence.

Opening her eyes, Kamari revealed her glowing omer yellow gems that shined with power and anger. Standing on her four legs, Kamari shook her fur before whimpering as Rosalie remained unresponsive, but she was soon forgotten when another howl echoed throughout the dark hole of a forest. Growling in anger, Kamari sprinted into the dept of the forest, instantly getting a whiff of the twins’ scent and the rust metallic smell of blood, pushing her faster and faster until growls, heavy breathing, and whimpers filled her ears.

But I had no goal of embarrassing or upset Hazz. He had gladly accepted that trip, even without understanding very well what I intended with her, so I had to give him some credit. It took us a while to get to our room, it was forty floors, and ours was one of the last. Hazz came in after me, and our security guards kept at the door, as I guided. My travel companion was even more shocked to notice the room. The gold was scattered over every notch and every piece of furniture. And it wasn't just plated, it was real gold. The price I paid for the daily rate was also expensive as gold, but nothing made up more than the satisfaction of being in a luxury hotel. "Do you want to take a shower first

I said with finality before I leaped through the dark paths ahead, disappearing from his sight. THE PLACE is quiet. Big and devoid. Like a huge vacuum of empty space if not for the few classy things they like to have here to put artsy on the interior of the whole space. Those couple of nobles that I observed for days really liked the grandest things in life. I gently pushed the door through the bedroom of the couple, the ones who author the killings of Adrina and Kera's parents. I scanned the place and thought that they really live an extravagant life. Almost all of the things I passed by in the hall and even here in the bedroom were all made of gold and silver. I will never be shocked if th

Zara's POV The Golden Gate Hotel was among the priciest and most opulent establishments I have ever visited. Thick, pricey off-white curtains draped the tall windows, and the reception desk, walls, and floors were all constructed and covered in expensive white marble. Signature paintings by well-known painters lined the walls, and a massive fountain screamed wealth and prestige in the middle of the reception area. "I am a little surprised, but that seems like a picture of a famous football player," Kaya gasped.