Glenda Ray Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

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“The price tag may be high, but the style is outdated — more suited for women in their fifties or sixties.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

With an internal chuckle we headed down to the dining room. Everyone was just coming in as well. Once we were all seated, and food was on plates, Glenda walked into the room. I crinkled my brow in confusion when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a silk button down, and nice black slacks, with heels. She definitely didn’t dress like someone who had just enough money to survive. She also had done her gray hair into some kind of fancy knot, and was wearing make up. Very different from the day before with her t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, hair in a pony tail, and ni make up. Something wasn’t adding up here.

She said with a dreamy look, Sapphire shook her head and quickly stopped the elevator from closing, she paused when she saw her standing there, her hand crossed over her chest. “Hi Gladys, you haven’t seen Sapphire since she arrived in New York, have you? I am sure you heard about it at the club, tell me hasn't she changed?” “I thought you have eyes, why don’t you answer the damn question yourself?” Gladys asked and Tiara rolled her eyes. “Kill joy!” She muttered and they entered. Gladys Jack, a director at one of the best music schools in New York, she had a voice that could make angels swoon but retired early, she got married three years ago and they all attended.

But what he wanted to know that what would be those ladies' reaction when they saw his boss, his Alpha. Glenda did not think about anything and walked seductively to Rohan. She stopped a few centimeters from him. Her breast was almost touching him. Therefore, he took a few steps back as he also got the pungent smell of perfume from her. “Hello, I am Glenda”. She spoke and fluttered her eyelashes seductively. Rohan looked at her and then at Mr. Johnsons. “Now I know why this company was short of funds”. Mr. Johnsons cleared his throat and spoke.

With me. Glancing at Malik, I notice the Alpha of Love looking very thoughtful. I decide to ask him what he is thinking about. "I think we should get a gaze reader in...Maybe she can see what happened to Lexia," he says. Everyone pauses, as the first words of reason for the day come out of Malik's mouth. Of course. A Gaze Reader could look into my eyes, and predict where we find Lexia in the future. If we find her.

She glared at Orian and in return he ignored her acting like he didn't just kick her. "How old are you?" Glenda asked the bitterness heavy on her heart, her face gleamed with anger. "Old enough for him." I shrugged and Orian smirked. Not once did his gaze turn to her and she tried to get his attention again and I went bitch mode, "And stop looking at him like you want him!" She was stunned at my outburst.

Mia's POV: Talking to Glenda was easier than I thought. She had this calming and free spirit about her. I almost forgot the reason I was here in the first place until I was done with my meal. And it was an incredible chicken stew. “You want seconds?” Glenda asked, picking up our bowls. “No, thank you,” I said, waving my hands in front of her. “I'm good.” “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking at the pot, “I thought I perfected the recipe. I guess it's not any good then. Oh well.” She dropped the plates in the sink.

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.”