Voice Of Gold Novels & Stories

Gold smiles once more. “And I urge everyone to do the same. You don’t have to vocalize what you feel now. I understand that it can be uncomfortable. I just wanna let you know that what you feel is okay, that no matter who you are, someone will still love and understand you. I am here. I will use my voice for those who can’t speak for themselves…” Gold lets out an exhale. "This has been Gold Adana. I am a person, an artist and I'm gay..." He bows to the people. Seconds later, he's turning away from them.

He ran into me to hurt me but my brother blocked to shield me. "One more fucking word to my wife. I will be the one you will face." Zayn seethed. "If you lay a finger to my sister. I will surely fuckin destroy you." Blaine threatened. " I guess you need to pick up the money that is the last," Jacob said in amusement, giving them an annoying smile. They didn't waste time and claim all the money on the floor. "You may leave GOLD. DIGGERS." I said. "SECURITY," Zayn called out and the guards immediately came here.

I put my phone in front of my ears when he snatched it away from me, making me glare and speak in a deep, yet intense voice as I tried to get it from here. "Who said I want to be just friends with you?"

"Who's the leader? The Supreme Priest asked pointing with his staff to the captives. "The blood of the innocent will fall upon you," declared Theobald proudly, taking a step forward. Four warriors from to the Northern clan took Theobald by his arms and piercing his back with their spears, forced him to cross the bridge and kneel before the Golden Snake. The gems on the Golden Serpent glittered illuminated by the torches. A warrior handed the High Priest an ax with a large blade of sharp metal.

"Then, do you dare let them examine the inside of that tie clip? If I remember correctly, when it was custom-made, we had our initials engraved inside the hollow layer." At that moment, the door to the observation room opened. Chief Monroe entered with a team of technical staff. "Brandon, please cooperate with the inspection." Suddenly, Brandon exploded. Even with his hands cuffed, he lunged at me. "You're dead!" I had been prepared. With a swift movement, I rolled my wheelchair backward. In the chaos, I deliberately let him tear the bandage off my arm, exposing the gruesome wound beneath. "What's wrong? Trying to silence me?" I shouted through the pain. "Because your use of an infrasound ge

Hearing my mother’s voice made me at ease, the magic of mothers, I did not add anything and just hung up on the call, thinking about that night, I was reminded of what had happened… heading back to the small I found two black SUVs on the entrance, on the front door stood, a man in a gray suit, fancy for a wolf pack. “Miss Salvatore, I am the delta of the silver wave pack, we heard of your arrival from your grandfather,” he said, standing tall in his place in front of my door. “ Thank you for the welcome Mister… a name would be nice to have.” I replied. Laughing he lowered his head “ Micheal Dearson”

“I have Angel, but I do agree with my dad.” “Is that right?” Angel’s voice grew softer, sexier even and both men seemed taken back. “Beauty should be seen, but not heard, is that what you mean?” At their nod, she slowly smiled and Damian watched in fascination at her. She leaned closer to Jordan, the look of seduction in her eyes and moved her lips to his ear, going into grave detail about the last man that had told her that; how he ended up missing seven fingers, three toes, a tongue along with a dick, and all thanks to her. And as she pulled back, she was still smiling as sweetly as ever, the man before her paled. Angel was no fool; she knew she needed Jordan’s allegiance, not his dad

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

From somewhere above came the echo of a howl, long and mournful. Ava froze. “Something knows we’re here.” Silas’s eyes flickered silver. “Then we’d better decide fast.” The chained creature’s eyes snapped open — molten gold, bright with pain — and it whispered a single word into Ava’s mind: Free.