The Gilded Years A Novel Novels & Stories

HIS OTHER HALF BOOK 2: FALCON FAMILY SERIES Sylvia Falcon, an outcast among San Francisco's elite, battles against the suffocating expectations of her glamorous lineage. Estranged from her wealthy and powerful relatives, she breaks free from their shadows and embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Determined to make her mark, she secures a job as a personal assistant to the enigmatic CEO, Jason Cartwright, hoping to find love and acceptance in the world she has chosen for herself.

Being two years older than me at sixteen, she’s had two years to weed out any facility who didn’t learn to look the other way. Struggling back to my feet, the weight from carrying all of her and her three friend’s bags making it more difficult, I worked to steady by breathing again. All I did was answer her question about why it was so difficult to get a hold of her favorite color of nail polish. Her perfectly manicured nails, freshly touched up just this morning before school started, was the reason I knew she wouldn’t be the one to personally hit me. “I was just explaining, ma’am,” I said in my smallest voice. “That we’ve been at war with the Bloodmoon Vampires and the rebel Werewolf Packs

“This was only the beginning.” The Citadel Smoke remained on the walls of Miyal's room. The Golden Chains pulsed with a dim light, hanging around his chest like molten metal. Miyal hunched in the rubble, each intake of air a scrape. His veins still squirmed black beneath his skin, though the worst of it had been incinerated.

No involvement. I was the exact opposite. My name is Gild. It means "splendid." My father chose it the moment he held me in his arms. I was his only child—his miracle baby after years of trying. He’d wanted a son, yes, but he had settled for me with a quiet pride. He raised me like a boy in secret. Taught me to fight, to shoot, to think like a criminal. I had the mind of a strategist and the fists of a soldier. But to the rest of the mafia world, I was just another pretty face.

"Linda, do you have no shame? They were your in-laws at one point! I used to be your husband! Didn't I transfer six hundred grand to you already? Isn't that enough?" Hearing that, I turned to leave, tossing out my reply. "It's a separate matter. A hundred grand, take it or leave it." A hundred grand wasn't too much. When Daniel had been broke and I married him against my parents' wishes, I'd gone through two difficult years with him. Once his business succeeded, I was just a pathetic housewife, forced to beg him for money. He never gave me a dime willingly. He always calculated every penny with me, but to outsiders, he spent money like water, playing the role of a generous boss.

Yule nodded and started asking Charlie about what he had been doing over the years. Charlie did not have much to hide from the Golding family except for the Apocalyptic Book—the secret that was buried deep in his heart. He basically told them everything else truthfully, including about his life before he turned eighteen, his life experience after eighteen, his acquaintance with Lord Wilson, his marriage to Claire, and his life after marriage.

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- who seems like a fresh face in the world of crime. ‘Goldie? That’s it? No surname?’ Katcha thinks. Balthazar had many articles tied to his name, but this Goldie person seemed to have come out of nowhere. He’s been convicted of committing arson six months ago, but the news of his conviction didn’t come out until two days ago. There wasn’t any news of him from last year. She expands her search on different social media platforms, but all she could find were people who shared the same name, but not the same face. This was the same person who helped her escape from Darryl’s place.

They laughed so hard until they began struggling to breathe and had to lean against the wall to catch their breath. Tears of mirth spilled down Claire's face. "All of us know that you used your looks to seduce those rich men into giving you their money, Lily. It's fine if you want to lie to us, but don't try to fool yourself." "Fine." I didn't feel upset at all. On the contrary, my body suddenly felt incredibly light. I knew that Gilded Ages would never have achieved such tremendous success within three years without me. I had built it from the ground up, turning it into a massive business using my connections and skills.

The high-pitched ringing in my skull escalated until my vision pixelated into gold dust. [PAYMENT REQUIRED: ARCHIVAL MEMORY] [VALUE LEVEL: MONUMENTAL] I tried to fight it. I threw my consciousness against the stone walls of my mind, trying to hide the images, but the Gilded Toll was a predator of history. It didn't want the small things—the color of a dress, the smell of a morning. It wanted the architecture. It wanted the piece of me that made the rest of the puzzle fit together. The system found the memory.