The Golden Doves: A Novel Novels & Stories

As the sounds of bone breaking and muffled screams filled the library, I picked up the laptop and slipped out through the broken glass into the freezing Highland rain. I ran toward the cliffside, the ledger in my hand and the fire in my soul. I was no longer the Golden Bird. I was the storm. And I was just getting started.

This decade-long marriage had fooled me into believing that I could walk beside him as an equal. Like every novel, I thought it would eventually lead to a happy ending. But the story ended, and life carried on. Life was the mundane reality of bills, household chores, and everyday struggles. It was the subtle condescension that came with being from different worlds, the slow erosion of my voice in this marriage—like a thin layer of sand that gradually built up, separating Daniel and me.

Azile swallowed some air on hearing these words from Karen and hide her disappointment and opened her mouth to reply, “He is free to choose his mate.” Apart from their chitchat, the plan of bluemoon gazing was discussed and ready to be executed. Sun and Shine never stopped their joy and finally gained the attention of Akshara. Akshara looked at them and gestured her hand. They followed her gesture and rested on her shoulders. On watching this, Karen responded, “These doves are annoying.” Azile replied Karen, “They are not just doves. They both are Akshara’s possession. Even Akshara used to play hide and seek with them. They are indeed smart to spot her.”

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.

Dove looked at the Kingston manor in complete awe. It was so enormous just like a castle. She looked at the luxurious cars that were parked in that were parked in porch. Her eyes held lust for all these luxury. She walked along the butler to the main entrance of the mansion. Hazel was very excited to meet Dove. She will be meeting her after 3 weeks. She had also made lasagna for her. Though she wanted to invite Noah as well but after the scandal of taking name of an non existent guy “David” and being raped for it she decided it’s better not to rile her beastly husband more!

It was slow, deep, eternal—like the binding of two souls who had chosen each other against every odd. The Fire and the Dove So it was that the Horned King and the Golden Dove ruled—not as conqueror and captive, but as husband and wife. Their names spread beyond Ral-Zarek and Songhai, carried in whispers and ballads, not as rulers of war, but as rulers of peace. Yet peace is a fragile thing. In the shadows beyond their borders, unseen eyes watched, and whispers rose like smoke in the dark—whispers of envy, of betrayal, of war reborn.

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

Hayley asked with a sigh. “Black doves right here,” I say pointing to my collar bone. “Sounds painful, and also why black doves?” Jason asked curiously. “Because doves are symbolism for purity and innocence, my innocence has been taken away from me,” I explained truthfully. “Damn, that's deep,” Jason says nodding in agreement. “Don’t encourage her,” Hayley says, smacking Jason’s shoulder. “Why not seem like she has it all planned out,” He says, giving me a small smile.

The woman cried out and shouted, her thin voice spread all over the mountains disturbing the peace of every species around. A moment after, she saw a blooded golden wolf almost crawling, trying to save his life but three black wolves attacked it again and again until it lay lifeless, almost swimming in its own blood. The three black wolves growling so loud as if rejoicing for their victory. Daffodil has been suddenly awakened by the ringing of the telephone inside her garden studio unit. “Hello,” still feeling hazy she answered the phone in an almost murmuring manner. A baritone voice replied on the other line. “Hello Ms. Marby, this is from the reception area and we just would like to check

Saint makes eye contact and frowns at me, I just roll my eyes at him. My head is still on overdrive from what the spirits have been saying on repeat since I woke up. THE GOLDEN KINGDOM IS ONCE AGAIN IN THREAT FROM ENEMIES OF OLD. DECEPTION CAN GUIDE THE TRUE PINK QUEEN DOWN THE WRONG ROAD, WHEN THE BOND THAT SHOULD DOES NOT ARRIVE. WHILE THE GOLDEN PRINCE FALLS AT THE FEET OF DARKNESS LIKE HE HAS NEVER SEEN BEFORE. BE CAREFUL OF THOSE CLOSEST THEY ARE NOT AS LOYAL AS YOU THINK.