Sif's Golden Hair Novels & Stories

My hair wasn't pinned into a perfect, frozen crown by a team of stylists; it was loose and wild, tangling around my face as the tide came in, bringing with it the scent of deep water. I looked down at the gold band on my finger—the one Silas had given me in the wreckage of the boardroom. It was different from everything else he owned. It didn't have the Vane crest stamped for brand recognition. It didn't have a serial number recorded in the company archives for insurance purposes. It was just gold. It was heavy, warm, and undeniably real. "The pilot says the weather is clearing over the city," a voice said behind me.

The moment she saw the mark on his face, she lunged forward, grabbing my handbag and shouting at the top of her voice. “My brooch! My sapphire brooch is gone. You stole it!” The accusation exploded through the café. Every head turned. Victoria immediately faced the crowd, her voice breaking into dramatic sobs. “Everyone, look at her. She couldn’t trap my son, so now she’s stealing from me. That brooch was an anniversary gift from my husband. It’s worth over two million dollars.” Lily covered her mouth, eyes wide, the picture of shock, though the satisfaction beneath it wasn’t entirely hidden.

Her expression was a carefully composed mask, waiting for it. "W…what happened to your hair?" I finally managed, the words clumsy. My eyes traced the impossible transformation. Her rich, dark hair was now starkly parted. One side remained its familiar deep brown, but the other… the other was a cascade of pure, shimmering silver, as if moonlight had been woven directly into the strands. The division was severe, beautiful, and utterly unnatural.

He said that and sent me a transfer of $1.88 on his phone. The note with the transfer contained two words: "Gold Digger." I had been with him for seven whole years and had not spent a dime of his money. I even gave him gifts on holidays and anniversaries. He took them like he was entitled to them, but he never got me anything in return. He would mockingly ask if I thought it was a man's duty to buy gifts for his girlfriend.

The chatter of a hundred powerful wolves died down to a whisper as the massive silver-trimmed doors at the top of the staircase began to slide open. A wave of pure, shimmering silver energy rolled down the stairs, the Silver Force manifesting as a physical mist. Then, Sierra appeared. She was a vision of lethal elegance in a gown of midnight-blue silk that looked like liquid starlight. Her silver hair was swept up, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck, and the absence of Kaelen’s mark, which had been replaced by a faint, glowing sigil that pulsed with her own power.

I tell her. "While I support you in every way, shape, and form, please don't cut off your hair. Or, if you must, at least make me a wig out of it. I would kill for your hair," Sophie calls over from the couch, pouting as she looks at her straight blonde hair. "There, done," Gemma says

I tell her. "While I support you in every way, shape, and form, please don't cut off your hair. Or, if you must, at least make me a wig out of it. I would kill for your hair," Sophie calls over from the couch, pouting as she looks at her straight blonde hair. "There, done," Gemma says

Sif snapped as she came to her senses. Holding out her palm at Frank, she growled icily, "Hand it over." "What?" Frank raised his brow in surprise. "May I ask what you want me to hand over?" "Stop being glib. You know what I want!" Sif bellowed coldly. "The Lionhearts demand the Hale Marrow. State your price!" Since it was a treasure like no other, Sif knew her brother would improve further if she got it for him. And she was not about to miss out on such providence!

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

Sarah and Fiona were two beautiful, gorgeous girls that made Kara and a whole lot of other girls, question their femininity. Both with an extensive background of wealth that ran deeper than Kara could ever imagine, they were quite the duo. Sarah had auburn hair whilst Fiona had blonde, almost white hair which they both equally managed to maintain in flawless wavy tresses. And it went beyond that. Their looks were even more ravishing.