Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Rayyan's fiancée," Sienna answered. Gita fell silent for a moment. "Why? Sienna teased. Sienna teased. "Do you know why Glenca got fired?" "It was all because of Mrs. Hellen; accidentally, Mrs. Hellen saw the actions of Mr. Rayyan and Glenca; yes, they are the same as you." Sienna deliberately heated up Gita so that Gita felt afraid. "Does Miss Hellen know about me and Pak Rayyan?" asked Gita, and from the look on her face, it could be seen that Gita was scared, making Sienna's smile appear.

Rayne opened her eyes tiredly as tears started to fall from them; the pain was strong enough to wake her up from the coma. "I c-can't take it a-anymore," she cried out and they stopped performing the spell to give her a rest. "Mr. Harlow... the worst is yet to come. I need you to hold her in your arms and make her back face us. No matter how much she squirms, don't let go of her," Evelyn instructed me and I nodded my head. I gently picked Rayne's weak body and pulled her close to me. She rested her chin on my shoulder and her arms were loosely wrapped around me. I could hear her crying, but she was doing her best to stop herself from doing that. Her legs were also wrapped around my torso whi

I couldn't deal with anything more right now- especially the rath of Leonardo Loren. "You should talk to him," a kind voice said from beside me. I looked to my left to see an elderly woman sat alone with a little handbag on her knee. Her silver hair was in a cute bun with loose strands framing her face, that's wrinkles and lines only added to her friendly demeanour. She wore a baby pink cardigan and a long floral skirt. Beside her was a walking stick. I looked at her confused as I wiped my teary, puffy eyes.

She said, and Avery slapped her. Glenda was in shock. "I believe you can make your point without insulting my friend. My friend might be patient and slow to anger, but I am not. You can plead your cousin's case, but don't you dare insult my friend, or I will beat you up. Trust me, I have a lot of rage bottled up for it," she said, and she meant it. Glenda was in shock. She did not see it coming, but Avery meant it.

Glenda's son, Adam, is 33, married, and served in the US military while her daughter, April, is 28 and lives in Greece with her spouse. It had been Glenda and him for the last 8 years since her husband died when she was 30. Now 61, she deserved a break from hardship and stress. He was just happy that Bradley gave them such a great opportunity. Maxwell intended to get a second job while still working for the Dicksons so that he could buy a house for his sister and himself shortly. God only knows, Glenda deserved the best. “You seem happy, Sis.” “Oh, I am. You know, I've never left the state of Florida,” Glenda confessed to her brother.

“Hey Cali, nice to see you in person. Need any help?” Whitney’s honey brown eyes fluttered open, resting on a fairly small woman with shoulder lengthed golden dreadlocks and a wide grin. The other girl was smartly dressed in a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a leafy green off-the-shoulder long sleeved shirt- the exact same shade as her gorgeous, expressive eyes. Black combat boots took a step forward, crunching leaves underneath them as she extended her hand confidently. “Where are my manners? I’m Kendra. We Skyped a few times.” Her warm, thick Maine accent made Whitney’s heart soar. This place was so different from California it was unreal. In the best way possible.

the woman asked suddenly, her gaze settling on me with curious warmth. The question caught me completely off guard. My mind raced, trying to formulate a response, but before I could, Austin chimed in. “Yes, she is,” he said with a mischievous grin that only added to my confusion. I opened my mouth to protest, but Mr. Railway cut me off. “She’s my assistant, Glenda,” he corrected, his tone sharper than usual. The look he shot Austin promised retribution, but Austin merely grinned, seemingly immune to the warning.