The Golden Doves: A Novel Novels & Stories

He laid her voluptuous form back against the cold stone, his massive, bare chest immediately pinning her flat beneath his absolute weight as he reached down to tear the fabric away, exposing her soft, beautiful curves to the flickering gold light of the fireplace. Vivian looked up through her dark hair, her breath coming in shallow, frantic gasps as she stared into his dark amber eyes. He was a beast, her captor, the man who had engineered her family's ruin—and yet, as he parted her legs and prepared to claim her body with an unyielding, final finality, she knew she was completely lost in his golden cage. Suddenly, right as Dominic’s burning touch slid down to her inner thigh, the heavy, sec

Yun's precise handwriting and Jesse's undecorated loyalty. I look back at Dylan. "Tell me about Goldenstone ," I answer. And outside my window, the October morning holds its breath.

I couldn't finish the sentence. The room tilted sideways. Darryl caught me before I could fall, his hands steady and strong on my shoulders. "You should sit down," he said softly. "Your body's still adjusting to the awakening." Anger flared inside me, making the golden light intensify. "Stop treating me like I'm going to break!" I pulled away from him. "I want real answers. No more secrets. No more careful silences." Elena stepped forward, her face serious. "You're right. You deserve the truth." She picked up the ancient leather book from the counter. "But understand that we're learning too. Golden Wolves are practically myths - the last recorded sighting was over five hundred years ago."

He has never acted like this before. Dove is sitting quietly, reading a book. Sunlight from the window illuminates her beautiful face. Although the two are twins, their personalities and looks are very different. Clara is always sharp and full of life, and Dove is elegant and calm. But they both have in common that they don't want to date. Clara quickly ran into the room. She wanted more advice from Dove. Since becoming human, Dove is the only person she trusts. "I just gathered information about him." Clara said.

Gold's voice is hoarse and deep, sending shivers all over his body. This is it. The golden boy comes to think that this is the perfect time to kiss Nikolai. Cleo fixed the first step for him. He was given a second chance despite the fact that he doesn't deserve this. Gold's role is to not mess this up. Kissing Kolya to stop him from talking about morphine is wrong. Kissing him to shut him up for pairing up with girls and anyone else is reasonable. Kissing him because he finally found the courage to admit it to himself that he's gay, and that it doesn't matter as long as he's with Kolya is epic. Beautiful. Perfect.

The gentle wind of his breath lifted the little turtle dove upwards, and they watched in wonder as it went, the light from the fire of its wings creating the sparks which flew and fell around them, the light of the fire reflecting in their eyes. The dove ascended to the place of the raven, and Eliezer watched the shadows as he rode. The raven was easily overtaken by the tender dove and stricken by it, the darkness descending as it fell again to Caldör. He let out a relieved sigh as he watched the raven fall from its place in the sky above them while the dove ascended to its home in the realm of the heavenlies, and he considered the matter thankfully. ‘There is such endless sky above us. What

The moment she placed it on the table, I felt something respond in my chest—a recognition that went deeper than conscious thought. "That book," Lyra said with awe and terror. "It calls to us. It knows what we are." "This," Elder Morrigan said softly, "is the Chronicle of the Golden Wolves. It contains the complete history of your kind, their abilities, their purposes... and their enemies." I stared at the book, feeling drawn to it and terrified of it in equal measure. "Why are you showing me this now?" "Because," Elder Morrigan said, her voice growing grave, "the Shadow Covenant has not faded into obscurity as we hoped. We have received reports of their activities, their interest in the rece

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe

An equally massive black wolf ran behind him, no doubt belonging to the Royal Beta. Yet, as impressive as he was, my eyes became fixed on a pair of golden wolves that came in just behind the King. They were the same size, nearly as massive as the Royal Beta, yet it was clear that one was male and the other female. I knew without knowing how, that they were Ben and Maize. The female one was the most beautiful I’d ever seen, and was accompanied by a slightly smaller Lycan, Price Alec. Maize dipped her head at me, making a laughing sound when she saw my face light up at seeing her, but she made no move to approach, unlike Ben. He left his sister’s side and came over, bowing deep to me.

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.