Novels by Storybygloria

“Ugh! Come on! Hello?” I yelled, pressing it again. “Can anyone even hear this damn thing?” “I don’t think anyone can,” Freda said, eyeing the thumping walls. “We’re late, Zephy. The party’s been going on for hours.” I rang the doorbell for what felt like the hundredth time. Still no response. "We cannot possibly be late to an all night party, Freda. That's not possible."Freda looked at me, surprised. "Oh wow! Since when did you start attending parties to know stuff like that? This can't be my Zephyria, what have you done to my girl?"I laughed "Come on. I watch movies and listen to gossips on campus. I know what happens at a party... duh!" "Well, that's a good thing." She said with a devilish smile "that means you do know what goes down in a party too. The games and all?"We stood waiting at the doorstep of the mansion Slater had texted me about. It was off-campus, and we managed to get a cab to bring us here. "I sure do know about the games. But no one's going to make me

“What was that all about?” Oliver asked before anyone could even settle, his eyes locked on mine like he deserved an answer.I’d managed to slip out of the whole Slater King mess in the cafeteria and find my friends again. They were buzzing with questions of what Slater wanted, and why I was so p*ss*d, but I wasn’t ready to spill. Not yet. Especially not after he’d cornered me into keeping it quiet. “Chill it out, man,” Amaya snapped, visibly irritated. “You need to drop this whole overprotective best-male-buddy act. It's getting exhausting. You nearly dragged the school security to our table with that stunt.” “Seriously,” Lana chimed in, folding her arms. “Zephyria’s not a child. Quit it already.” “I know she’s not a child,” Oliver said, his voice low but firm. “But she’s only twenty. The last thing she needs is to get mixed up in some campus drama with someone like Slater.”I swallowed hard, heart still pacing from earlier. I appreciated Oliver’s concern, I really did. But ri

The next day at the cafeteria, I sat with Freda, Amaya, and Lana, poking at my lunch and hoping for a quiet break. But I know these three so well to know that peace was wishful thinking. The cafeteria was buzzing with voices, clinking plates, and drama brewing in every corner. “That reminds me,” Amaya said, stabbing a fry dramatically. “I heard you got into it with Slater in class the other day, Zephyria. How could you keep such a thing from us?”I nearly choked on my drink. “It’s nothing, really. Just a misunderstanding. I… I've forgotten about all of it.” “Excuse me?” Lana gawked. “A face-off with the almighty Slater King isn’t nothing. And you didn’t tell us? We are your friends and we work for the school media. That’s headline material.” “Exactly what I told her,” Freda chimed in, nudging my arm with a wicked smile. “Freda? Not you too.” “Girl,” she grinned, “you’re literally the first person to shut him down in front of an audience. Do you know how big that is? If anyon

I dragged myself down the hallway, Freda keeping pace beside me, firing off questions like a machine gun. “What was that about, Zephy? Since when are you friends with Slater King?” “I’m not friends with anyone, Freda. I have no idea what just happened. Okay?” “But he just threatened you. I heard him. Are you in trouble? If he’s going to be a problem, we should report him to the school authorities.” “Jesus, Freda, drop it, will you? I said I’m fine.”My head was still a mess when we stopped at my locker so I could grab a few books. I didn’t even notice the thick and foul smell, until I opened the door and a swarm of flies, each the size of my thumbnail, burst out in a black, buzzing cloud. “Jeez!” Freda yelped. We both jumped back, ducking instinctively. “What the hell…” I straightened, forcing myself to look again. The flies were starting to clear, revealing what was inside. I grabbed a ruler from the corner of my locker and nudged the object into view. My stomach lurched.

“The detailed list of books for this session will be sent to your mails. Pick any two. Your presentations are around the corner!”Professor Wale’s voice boomed, but no one was listening. He waved his hands, about to say more, when the lecture door burst open.Slater King, the campus heartthrob. The one every girl swore was the best thing since sliced bread. He strolled into a class nearly over, unbothered. “Hey, Prof! There’s a glow in your eyes this morning. Did your wife treat you well last night?” He smirked, acting it out as the class erupted in laughter and cheers. “That’s enough!” Professor Wale barked, regaining control. He turned to Slater, frowning. “Slater King. How nice of you to finally join us. I’ll be out of your hair soon so you can keep causing trouble.” He began packing his bag. “Wait, what? I missed another class? Damn. My parents pay a fortune every year for me to be here, Prof Wale.”I let out a sharp snort. “That’s unfortunate, isn’t it?”Every head turned