Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

Elena’s POV Glenda stared at me with blazing eyes, stomped her foot, and pointed her finger at me. She started screaming in rage, “You–!” Before she could start blabbering about nonsense again, I interrupted her with a sigh and went on, “You’re wasting your time, Glenda. You’ve yet to receive your military punishment.” “Silver whipping, wasn’t it?” I reminded her. “I suggest you prepare for that instead of further embarrassing yourself.”

“And to answer your question, she is about thirty and even if she was younger, you wouldn’t ever need to worry about her hitting on me. In fact, she would be more interested in you than she would ever be in me.” “Huh?” I asked oh so eloquently. “Glenda bats for the same team as me. She is a lesbian and has no shame in admitting it. And I admire her for her courage.” We supernaturals were old-fashioned, and there were very few who had the courage to admit that they were gay. This Glenda sure had some backbone. I already liked her… “I told you I wasn’t jealous. I was just curious.” “Right.” I knew I wasn’t fooling him with my nonchalant attitude, but he left it at that.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Zora wanted to cry seeing what had become of the woman who had shown her more maternal love than her own mother ever had. "I'm so happy you're safe, my dear child," Glenda whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I knew he wouldn't let you suffer." Her eyes shifted meaningfully to Trent, filled with gratitude. Then Glenda turned to face Trent directly, her weathered hands reaching out to grasp his. "I told you she was the best you could ever find. Please," her voice broke slightly, "please don't change toward her. Don't become like—" She stopped herself, but he understood the unspoken comparison.

No makeup on, and no jewelry but she still managed to catch the eyes of everyone. Glenda. What is she doing here?! I was pissed, she was here again and I knew to taunt me with her natural beauty. I despised the fact that she never did anything wrong and even when she did, she knew how to fix it. I loathed her because she was so nice and sweet, little Miss Perfect. Glenda, my parents' goddaughter, was a thorn in my flesh and I could see that thorn had returned. "Oh my! Glenda!" Mom called out joyfully. She froze on her track and turned her body to the side. A smile spread across her worried face. She quickly began walking to us instead of wherever she was heading.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

“The price tag may be high, but the style is outdated — more suited for women in their fifties or sixties. It’s a seasonal Hermès model, yet it’s hardly appealing. If you’re out fishing, at least catch some timeless classics that hold their value. Or better yet, have Mr. William buy you some real estate — at least that won’t depreciate.” Gloria assumed the remark referred to Ray and overreacted. As Adriana’s words sank in, her fury boiled over. She stood abruptly, pointing a shaking finger. “You… how dare you insult me? Say it again, and I’ll kill you!” Ray, still relaxed, flicked the ash off his cigar. He showed no intention of intervening. He sat there calmly, as if watching an entertainin

True, unconditional love of a family that would protect you, accept you, help you, and love you without asking anything in return. ------------------------------ Glenda Murray is an eighteen-year-old woman who works as a street hooker in Haverville. Glenda is a woman with perfect, and flawless olive-skin. She is beautiful in an exotic way, reason for many men in Haverville to pick her up repeatedly. But, ever since she started working the streets of Haverville, Glenda did everything to avoid Police Officer Kevin Shunn. The others warned her about him, and she listened to them.

I took a deep breath meeting his gaze. “My real name… is Glenda Fluorite. On the day of my parents’ anniversary, they came and killed everyone but young women.”