Star Platinum Novels & Stories

Powerful. “You’ll do,” he said evenly. Gabriel yanked her toward the door. The asymmetrical straps of her silver dress hung unevenly on her shoulders, apparently threatening to fall at any moment to reveal her amazing breasts. He knew it was only a cunning artifice of design, but as they walked towards the guests, and he heard the sound of her six-inch-high silver stiletto heels beside him, Gabriel watched men get whiplash from turning their heads to gawk at her.

I point out, attempting to smooth down my hair, which has apparently opted for chaos over civility. Three months of investigating have led us to Platinum Connections. The most exclusive matchmaking service in the city, where wealthy clients pay obscene amounts of money for the promise of true love. With an undivulged side-effect, which has some of them end up dead or financially ruined. "That's kind of the concerning part."

“It hasn’t changed, Anna. You’re the same person you were yesterday. The only difference is now you know the truth.” I swallowed hard. “The truth about what?” “That you’re rare,” he said, his voice quieter now. “That you have a presence that others will recognize. And that not all of them will have good intentions.” My stomach twisted. “Recognize how? What do they want from me?” Jace hesitated, then said, “Control. Power. Some want omegas for what they represent. Some want to break them. Some just want to claim them.” A chill crawled up my spine. I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering. “Claim them? Like… like property?”

But one line caught my eye. Faylin & Thorn: Platinum Moonlight Set – $8,300. The hell? I stared at the line item. It had been charged to the Brightclaw-managed stipend account, the one all Gammas had a subaccount to and was under rather lax management since I didn't have a luna. It was expensive, sure—but not unheard of. If it were a gift for a mate, a family member.

the consultant inquired. Alex raised a hand, pointing to one of the watches. “An excellent choice, sir,” the consultant remarked. “That's the Rolex Cosmograph Daytona, Oyster 40mm in platinum. Crafted from 950 platinum, it features an ice-blue dial—a signature of Rolex’s platinum models. Would you like to try it on?” Alex shook his head, his smile soft, “No need. It's a gift.” “For someone special? Even better,” the consultant said with a knowing grin.

“Marriage is a liability I cannot afford. I will seal my position as Capo by slashing the throats of anyone who speaks against me. Not by some fucking marriage. It is never going to happen. Not today ,not tomorrow,not ever, Don Silver. Using his name caught his attention and I wished it hadn’t. His eyes shot up. I saw the split second of anger on his face before the schooled mask of calm slipped back on. “ At the expense of you seat as Capo?”, he asked in a dangerously low voice. A sharp intake of breath escaped from my lips in surprise. “ You will not-“ “You don’t get to tell me what I will and will not do Kian DaSilver.You will listen and listen good.!”

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

“A fine? It’s not a damn speeding ticket! You would accuse me of theft. I figured, since you gathered all that information for the feds, you would know the difference between a felony and a misdemeanor. Your phone is worth what?” “I don’t know; it’s a custom case. Like half a million, I think.” I replied. The design, named Diamond Snowflake, features tiny white gold and 18 carrot diamonds. It’s really pretty. From a brand called Caviar. They're really hard to get, but Daddy pulled some strings for me.

"let me go and bath now she said moving to the bedroom, I looked at the nylon as I hissed, what could be in here, I opened it slowly as I saw a box, looks like that of a phone, I opened the box and saw a small paper, I opened the paper and saw a short note "anger gets the best of me sometimes, I am like this but you can never know until you are close to me or get close to me, I really am very sorry for what I did please forgive me" it was boldly written on the paper as I read it out, I opened the second part of the box and saw a phone = FALCON SUPERNOVA IPHONE 6 PINK DIAMOND, was boldly written on the silver back of the phone, I removed the silver back of the phone and saw the magnificent go

Those exclusive black cards came in various tiers of prestige. The gold black card boasted a limit of $15 million, with only a hundred in circulation. The diamond black card extended its limit to $150 million, but only ten existed. And then, there was the obsidian card—the pinnacle of wealth and status. With only one in the entire country, it required a staggering $750 million just to activate. It was unparalleled, a symbol of unparalleled affluence and influence. Possessing any of these cards was akin to holding a ticket proclaiming one's immense wealth and power. Yet, acquiring them wasn't a matter of application; one had to be invited by the bank.