Nana Golden Time Novels & Stories

Immediately, I paused, drawn to it. Curiosity getting the better of me, I pushed the door open wider. Inside, sunlight spilled through tall windows, casting warm beams across a cozy, brightly decorated room. Toys were scattered across the floor, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet, like freshly baked cookies. It was a nursery—I realized, stunned—filled with children. I hesitated in the doorway, unsure if I should intrude, but before I could make a decision, a little girl with wild curls and wide green eyes noticed me. She couldn’t have been older than four.

"About Golden. What's his favorite color? What does he like to do? What makes him laugh?" Cecelia's expression softened. "He loves blue. Ocean blue specifically. He says it's the color of adventure." A small smile crossed her face. "He wants to be a fisherman like Fatima when he grows up. He loves being on the water, helping with the nets, asking a million questions about every fish they catch." "He's curious then." "About everything. He never stops asking why." She pulled out her phone, showing me videos. Golden running on a beach, his laughter bright and clear. Golden helping sort fish, his little hands careful despite his excitement. Golden at bedtime, demanding one more story.

"Aren't I nice to you?" "That's different!" Nana shook her head. "I'm your girlfriend." "He's a kid." "You like kids?" "They're alright." "I can give you one if you do…" "Be good, and eat your greens. Get pregnant when you've recovered." "You're unbelievable," Nana flushed right then. Cordy listened as they flirted, wanting really badly to tell them to keep it down—that she could hear them. But naturally, she wasn’t about to meddle that much.

AMELIA POV Nana brushes my hair while she's humming a melody under her breath. She's the only one who can get me to eat and take a shower, so the rest of the staff and household haven't been bothering me. "Did you know that you and your mother got this beautiful golden hair from your grandaddy?" Nana smiles wistfully. "He was such a handsome man. Stubborn as all hell, but he looked just like a movie star. All the girls wanted him, and then he picked plain old me."

Nana asked with a heavy sigh. “Why? Are you trying to get rid of us?” Sandra asked with a sly smile. “No, not at all. It’s just that I saw the cutest little outfit at bingo today and I couldn’t resist getting it for the baby.” Nana stood and hurried out of the room to fetch the bag she always carried with her; the one filled with zip lock baggies for leftovers at a restaurant, wet wipes for spills, and every other little necessity one might find a need for, including a small can of disinfectant spray for public toilet seats and a half used roll of toilet paper - just in case the restroom didn’t have any.

I felt he was here for me, and as much as it sounded so ridiculous, my head couldn't stop making me believe that. Why the hell would he come for me when he doesn't even know of my existence. And, that guard just said he had met Nana in the kingdom before. Gosh! I must be stupid to think he's here for me when it's obviously for Nana. I was almost done dishing out the Alpha's food when Nana walked into the kitchen with her very beautiful gold-colored gown with shiny pearls. Her face was well primped with different kinds of make-up that gave her a perfect appearance.

"We put a dent in your cookie jar. I hope you don't mind" "No, it's alright Mel" "Good. Because Zander here is worse than you. I had to wrestle the jar from him" "I would never wrestle with a girl, Nana. Now, where is my cookie?" Mel laughed. "Not happening, young man. You've had enough" "But you said I could get a treat every time I called you Nana. " "I didn't say it would always be cookies. It could be an apple or a banana" "That's not fair. And I don’t like fruits"

Nana asked him, “Why, aren’t you eating? Or are you going to Serenity’s shop to eat? Can I follow you?” “Don’t you want to meet your great-granddaughter as soon as possible? If you’re constantly following me to third-wheel us, you won’t be able to meet her even in a few years’ time.” “Wow, you’ve seen the light! Did the sun rise from the west? Or have I started hallucinating in my old age and heard wrongly?” Nana took her phone out and said to Zachary, “Zack, say that again a little louder so I can record that. When I’m bored, I’ll play it back to make sure I didn’t hear it wrongly.”

Flash after flash illuminated the room as we posed with other attendees, soaking in the limelight and reveling in the moment. Amidst the crowd, Aunt Serene, beckoned me over. Her elegant gown shimmered in shades of emerald green, reflecting her timeless grace. She introduced me to several famous brand ambassadors, their names whispered in awe: Jacob Barnes, the iconic face of luxury watches; Isabella Martinez, renowned for her ethereal beauty and grace; and James Sullivan, a charismatic influencer with a magnetic smile.